Do y'all remember the post I made prior to this one? Ya know...where I fell down three steps and sprained my ankle?

Yeah, well, um...that's not all we found out.

Ya see...Thursday night, my foot was still very, very swollen. Mom didn't like it. So, on Friday she called the orthopedic doctor I was supposed to go to a week after I fell. They got us an appointment. We went in and they did the whole, uh, whatchamacallit...exam! They told us I had a Grade 3 sprain (the worst you can get) and that the numbness was coming from the leg being swollen, not nerve damage. Dont'cha just love E.R.'s? So they told us it would be a six week recovery. Six weeks!!! And if the ligaments haven't healed by then , they're talking surgery. Surgery!!! (I feel like Josh Nichols...and some of you will get that!)

But here's something I found funny amongst all this pain and whatnot. I had a report due to the state on 11/7. I had been working on it all morning on Monday and only had one paragraph. It just wasn't working. On Tuesday, I had a brilliant beyond brilliant idea: I was gonna write about my injury! I figured I had all of the medical papers from the E.R. and I could get plenty of stuff on the internet so, "Why not?!" So when the orthopedic doctor was telling me about my injury, I already knew it all!! I felt really smart. Just kidding! But yeah, I got my report typed, printed and mailed by Wednesday so it could be mailed and delivered by Friday and it wasn't as hard as the one I was trying to write before. Woohoo! So something good did come out of this...my chances of graduating. Lol!