After chain smoking for about an hour I was finally calm enough to go to the doctor. They took x-rays and confirmed it’s a sprain but now it hurts even worse because they made me move it all about. I pick up a brace tomorrow morning before I go the hardware store. The doc also tried to prescribe me Loritab, which I think it way excessive, which I declined (because POISON) and the nurse acted like I was a recovering addict. Okay, then.

Wish I could go to sleep now but there’s so much more to pack up.

Wow, no. I can longer walk. PRETTY SURE MY FOOT IS BROKEN. PRETTY SURE I’M STILL NOT GOING TO THE DOCTOR. Someone please just come over and hit me hard enough with a brick to knock me out for a few days because I have to clear 4 rooms of furniture and boxes and clear out all the kitchen cabinets and CLEAN THE TOILETS before Wednesday morning. *sob*

I just tripped on a bloody tuft of grass and heard the most god awful crack in my foot. I’m screaming for a few minutes RIGHT NEXT to the car my mom is sitting in, ignoring me, before the neighbors run over after realizing the screaming was a human and not a angry goose. Their words…I sound like an angry goose. I don’t know how my mother didn’t hear my screaming from three feet away but all I could think was that I would be there half an hour before she finally thought to get out of the car to get the drink I was bringing her. And that I was going to lose my foot because there’s no way I could go to the hospital without waxing my legs first.