Tankles
So, the injury I managed to avoid throughout my childhood of climbing, jumping and running over Unsafe Surfaces has finally caught up with me.

I sprained my ankle. And what a sprain. Effing ow.

Tuesday night, playing with Ranger in the front yard, I tripped in a hole and heard an ungodly CRACK CRACK, then I was faceplanting the ground while my foot screamed worlds of pain at me. For some reason I did not want to attract the attention of the neighbours, so after a couple of pathetic cries that Tyrone definitely didn't hear from the living room, and after laying there clinging desperately to my foot for a while, I finally heaved myself up and somehow dragged myself up the stairs.

Finally I got Tyrone's attention, after I squeaked at him for help again he apparently thought I'd stepped on a nail or something and was just cut and bleeding, no big deal. So I stuck out my foot and pointed at my ankle, which at that stage looked like someone had shoved a coconut under my skin, and his eyes bugged out and he went into Panic Mode. My thoughts were pretty simple at that stage "HELP ME LIE DOWN DAMMIT AND GET ME ICE" "We don't have ice!" "PEAS IN THE FREEZER OW OW OW".

It hurt like hell and I thought I'd snapped my foot off or something.

Two hours, three x-rays and a nine pm trip to the hospital later, I'm diagnosed with a Very Very Bad Sprain and sent home with crutches, a spiffy little sock-bandage and orders for strict rest and loads of ice for at least 48 hours.

I've since learned how to play Halo.