The Day Between

Today was even more interesting than yesterday; it was also a pretty good day except for the first little while after my wipe-out.
I woke up, played around on my computer, worked on some school work, and then decided to take a break and run with Mom to the shoppette to pick up milk and soda.  Trunk full of 12-packs of soda, a case of bottle water and some ice, Mom decides to take a quick detour to the Post Office to pick up some Priority Flat-Rate boxes to fill as care packages for my baby brother at Madison.  The day is going smoothly so far; we grab some boxes, almost get hit crossing the street to get to our car.  My mom climbs in and reaches over to unlock the passenger door.  I swing it open and lift up my foot to get in the car when my ankle gives out.  A few very long nanoseconds later, I'm on the ground and my ankle is hurting so badly, I can't get up.  I lift myself into the car with my arms and my very concerned mother drives me home, gets me on the couch and elevates and ices my poor ankle.  After waiting a while, I call in to work and my mom drives me to an urgent care clinic to get some x-rays.  I tore some ligament and when it went, it took a little bit of bone with it.  So, I broke my bone, but it's not actually broken.  I guess I was overdue for an injury like that.  While they were fitting me for an ugly boot, I couldn't stop laughing at the absurdity of it all: how many people break bones climbing into a car?  My guess would be not that many.  At least, not that many in their 20s.

My mobility is okay on flat surfaces, but going up and down all those stairs at school tomorrow is going to be a problem.  I'm getting to school early, so my first class won't be too bad since I'll have time to rest and it's on the first floor or Ching, but after that, I have to get to the top floor of Henry (in about 10 minutes) and from there to the top floor of Ching (also in about 10 minutes).  And my school is not very handicapped accessible: no elevators for me to take and I am not standing on a little floating platform while security runs me up and down the stairs.  I'm going to be hurting by the end of the day tomorrow.  But I'll also enjoy giving a colorful description of exactly HOW I managed to hurt myself.  Because the stories are the best part of it and I should know, I have plenty of ridiculous stories to go with burns and sprains and broken bones and concussions.  And this one is quite ridiculous; my baby brother told me it was almost as good as the time I broke my toe answering the telephone.  I really should have been named "Elizabeth Grace."