OW OW OW MY FUCKING FOOT OW

I fell two feet from a window sill trying to see if a little RC helicopter I bought was stuck on the small doorway overhang on the dilapidated old daycare next door. In bare feet.

My right foot hit some uneven dirt, rolled and a series of pops erupted from my ankle. Then it started to hurt. Like it was on fire, but it was old fire. I had to hop over to my house, call an ambulance, and watch in utter horror as my ankle ballooned to a god damn fleshy globe.

My mom is in Toronto all week, left at 3:00 in the afternoon on Sunday, so nobody could, say, drive me to the Hospital. So the EMT's gave me a splint, put me on a stretcher and carted me off. I was at the hospital for 3 hours, found out it wasn't fractured, was given some crutches and kicked out.

I had a sock foot, and a bandage covered bloated ankle. No shoes. No hospital booties. Just my feet and the crutches.

So I walked home, halfway across town. Now I have to keep this mother elevated and frozen.

I fucking hate being injured. It's so pathetic and useless.

To alleviate the pain (both physical and emotional) I am most likely going to spend the next 2 days high as fuck and hopefully a little drunk too. Not yet, though.