Well, I hurt my foot last night. I was working on my back-handspring form on a tumble track, and I guess that I got it right, because I went flying way past the safety mat that I was supposed to land on, and hit a spring board.

Now, I didn’t want to look like a pussy, so I got up and started practicing again. Because, even with a slightly injured left ankle and a scraped right shin, you can still practice.

That was a mistake.

By the time I got out of there I could barely walk on it. I got home and wrapped it up, and stuck an ice pack on it. (After a shower of course; I was quite sweaty.) It was fine for a bit. Started to hurt a little as I watched comedy central.

And then I went to bed.

So, I layed down to go to sleep around 23 hours (eleven at night), and I just couldn’t find a comfortable position. The throbbing pain with periods of feeling like my ankle was being crushed sort of ruined those two and a half hours for me. I took two advil sometime in the midle of that, but they didn’t help. So I went upstairs to watch tv (that was hard, oh you have no idea how hard.) But I thought that maybe it would take my mind off of it.

So, I go up there, turn on the tv, and lay down on the futon up there. Slowly but surely I start to drift off. It was amazing, two and a half hours of trying to get some rest in my normal bed was nothing to the thirty minutes on the upstairs futon. the only difference was that my foot was hanging off the bed.

This morning, my foot was devoid of pain, just some pressure (like bliss after last night.) But I was worried about walking on it, so I hopped around for a bit, and then finally tried walking normally, and it was fine. Not nearly enough pain to make me jump around like an idiot any more. Also, I’ve been dying for an excuse to use this cane that my dad and I made, so I’ve been using that as well, which is great. The wrap definately helps as well, because the ankle can’t twist as much with it on.

I have a docter’s appointment at fourteen hours (two in the afternoon.) And I’ll post when I know exactly what’s wrong. I think I cracked a bone somewhere though.

-Live blissfully.

*Much Later*

So, I went to my docter (Who’s the most amazing person in the world, by the way.) and I found out that it’s just a bone contusion, and that it should be fine in a few days. Very happy. I’m almost walking normally twenty four hours after the first part of this post.

-Smurphy