Saturday night I was playing baskeball with my cousins at my Grandpa’s 75th birthday party. I fell over, but my foot stayed in place until I hit the ground. It felt fine at first, and I went to work afterwords. Around 1 or so it really started hurting. I finished out the night because I knew it wouldn’t go any later than 3 (which because of the time change was actually 4, but there wasn’t a change in the hours worked so whatever.)
I could barely drive home. It was killing me. I got home, hobbled upstairs, took the most half-assed shower ever. Then I popped some asprin, went to bed. I woke up and it still hurt like hell.

So I spent the day in bed watching movies with ice on it. Then I did the same thing yesterday. It was feeling a bit better, but I had to call off work because I know it would have felt like hell if I stayed on it all night. So when I called off, my dad insisted that if I was going to call off work for it, I was going to the doctor for it.

Basically, I agreed to go just to make sure it was nothing worse than a simple sprain. They took an X-Ray and noted some bruised bones, but nothing was broken. The doctor told me to use heat, as opposed to ice, and to soak in warm water with epsom salt. I don’t have a clue what that does, but it must be doing something because today I am actually able to stretch my ankle. It hurts when I go too far, but as opposed to yesterday, it WILL move.