So stupid me wasn't looking where I was going when I was leaving work, and forgot that the stairs ahead of me were even there. I didn't fall, thankfully, as my quick thinking had me grab onto the railing, but my ankle got pretty badly twisted. Now it's swelling up, painful as can be, starting to look nice and red (more brilliant colors are sure to follow), and I can only manage to hobble on it instead of fully walking. If I put my full weight on it, it feels very painful in a way I've never quite felt pain before. It's like something in my ankle isn't quite right, anatomically.

Right now, I took 600mg of Acetaminophen, have my leg elevated and am resting on my bed. My dad recommended the pain reliever, and getting off my ankle. I firmly decided on icing it.

If it's worse in the AM when Urgent Care opens up, I'll go and see them. I think it's a sprain, my dad doesn't even think it's that bad. Then again, my dad's side of the family has been known to severely downplay injuries and maladies, so I'm going with my gut and diagnosing myself with a sprain.

Thankfully, my ankles are rather solid and thick, so I don't think anything was broken. Just to be safe. I'll call my mom in the AM before deciding to go to Urgent Care and ask what she thinks.

Either way, I'm going to probably hobble on over to the linen closet here in a bit to grab the ace bandage in there and use that to compress my ankle.