So, I've officially sprained my ankle. Luckily, it's a moderate sprain that doesn't even need a brace/wrap. I didn't even get it being a hero for some sport but by clumsily falling on a docked boat. Too bad I wasn't in the throes of the sea or something. THAT would've been dignified. Instead, I was just a klutz. A somewhat drunken klutz.
So I went to the doctor today after noticing all week that the puffiness hadn't gone down and I still couldn't move it certain ways. The doctor (who was smokin' hot, by the way...about 6'5", built, dark & handsome...but i digress), assured me that it was well on it's way to healing and that in another week it should be fine. He gave me a prescription for physical therapy in case it's still lingering in two weeks. But he's 99% sure that I won't need it.
I'm considering "needing it" if it means putting my leg on his lap again. Heh.
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