I’m not sure how my ankle got sprained, but it is. Really, I don’t know. Maybe I slept on it weird. My mom’s freaked out, too, because I don’t have health insurance at the moment. I’m stumped.
Background: I broke my right ankle in high school (1998, I think). I ended up needing surgery to set some pins to help the bone heal. Since then, I have one in there still, but that’s because the doctor said it’s fine if it stays. (I didn’t want to go into surgery again if I didn’t need to.)
So yeah, I don’t feel like going out. It’s an inconvenience using my crutches…the ones I thought I wouldn’t have to use for a long time. Grr.