Green, definitely. Or maybe pink or purple.

I don't know what specific bone was broken. I had a hairline fracture in that ankle when I was 18, and stepped off a curb wrong. Couldn't walk on it for a couple of days. I was a military dependent at the time, so the only way to get covered treatment was to go to the base hospital and wait all day. I went. Mom was irritated and said they wouldn't do anything anyway. Waited around all day and they took an xray and said it was probably a hairline fracture and that they don't treat that. So it wasn't worth it.

A couple of years ago I was jumping rope, and noticed I was too close to the edge of the sidewalk, but I didn't care. I came down wrong and that ankle snapped. It hurt a lot more than when I was 18. I dragged myself into the house and didn't move for a few hours (DH was out of town and the kids went to bed soon after). I couldn't get to a phone or to the kitchen for food or ice. When I could move, I got an ace bandage, and I limped around for about a month, but didn't see a doctor. I've learned that doctors are mostly useless, to me anyway, and that I'm not worth it.

I've fallen down stairs a few times since then, but it was never too bad for more than a few hours. Always the same ankle.

Now it's just a dull ache most of the time, that I'm not usually aware of, but that ankle always wants attention. Today it wanted me to fall on the stairs, but it wanted me to land on my butt. It was just after talking about my family of origin.

I wonder if the kids left the light on at the bottom of the stairs.

Will T think I'm nuts or attention-seeking if I tell her about my ankle wanting to fall down the stairs? Last time I fell down the stairs, she asked if it was on purpose. I said it was accidental, and she asked if it was accidentally on purpose. But when I said I didn't think so, she said sometimes things just happen.