Why the hell is this week my week for shit to happen? What diety did I piss off?? I'm sitting here with ice on my ankle, again the size of an orange, and just plain pissed. It's hurt again, the same one with the torn ligaments, and I can't put weight on it unless I want a super sharp pain traveling thru it and my leg. Not really. My foot fell asleep in Psych, and I didn't notice it. The bell rang and I got up to leave, but when I put weight on my foot my ankle bent in so that the bone touched the floor and something popped. Great, just fucking great. I had to explain it to Matt, and he understnads, but neither of us are happy, especially since I can't get to the doctor's till Thursday and I can't practice until at least then. My mom wants me on crutches tonight and possibly tomorrow, depending on how well I can walk...honestly I don't think I'll be able to, I can't even bend my ankle up or down more than an inch at teh max. Yeah, I know, I'm just complaining, but kiss my ass, I could care less right now. :::EDIT::: Yeah, so I'm for sure gonna be on crutches tomorrow, I just stood up and tried to stand on it....fucking a, it hurt like hell, so.....I'm like ready to cry, I can't do ski team, I can't go work on my sleigh, I can't DO anything....ARGH! I shouldn't blame Steve, and I don't really, but I'm just pissy and thinking "oh my god, why the fuck did you have to fuck around and push me?!?" but it's fine, not ENTIRELY his fault.... Bored as hell, wish people would get online....night.