I was walking out the building when I slipped and fell on the marble stairs, landed on my ankle, and heard a pop. The stairs were soaked because one of the other businesses had spilled something and failed to clean it up. (I never take the stairs when it's raining.) I am eternally grateful one of my students had chosen to walk out with me and was able to help me up. But she slipped a flight later. Luckily she was OK, whereas I walked home openly sobbing like a little girl.
After a few hours of ice and a bottle of soju instead of dinner, the swelling is minimal. Again, I am eternally grateful it is not broken or sprained, but it still hurts like hell and is going to put a damper on my weekend, sidelining me for the mud obstacle course.
It doesn't help that I have weird emotional overreactions to injury and illness and am struggling with this one.
*Fingers crossed for a lightning quick recovery*