Sprain.

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You'd think I know how stairs work by now, but last Monday, I thought I'd reached the ground floor at my workplace when I actually had one step left to go, and as a result, pitched forward, ran into an innocent bystander and an innocent vending machine, and most importantly, caught my right foot wrong and bent it back. Hurt like mad, but I didn't figure it was anything too awful until hours later, when I noticed it was really swollen.

A phone call to hetaera15 and a little research on the 'Net led me to believe it was sprained, so I figured I'd wrap it in a bandage, start elevating and icing it, and take Ibuprofen. But, what the hell, I'd probably better be a responsible grown-up and see what a doctor had to say about it, in case I'd misdiagnosed myself. I hauled my sorry crippled butt to the doctor the next day -- taking advantage of my insurance while I still have some -- and had him look at it, prod it a little, and take some X-rays. He told me to, basically, wrap it in a bandage, start elevating and icing it, and take Ibuprofen. So, yeah.

I've been walking with a cane some days, and driving with my left foot on the pedals. A little adjustment, but no big deal.

The amusing part to me is how superstitious I am. I've had such a string of good luck lately -- getting my book published, getting to date windbourne, getting a decent job in my chosen field -- I've been dreading the backlash, wondering what bad thing was going to happen to balance it all. As soon as I injured myself, I could feel myself relax. Hell, I thought, was that it? That was nothin'.