Not my finest Hour

So today was my second class at City. I got on the coaster, caught the trolley no problem. I was walking, thinking about the shortest way to get to class and apparently I completely missed the curb. Yep I fell off a four inch curb.

I hobbled up to my class and turned in my homework and then hobbled up to the infirmary. They put ice on it and told me that I needed to get it checked out.

So I called my roommate. Oh and it's his birthday, his day off and he'd been out late drinking. So I feel like an ass asking him to drive downtown to come get me (not very close) and then take me to the doctor.

So nothing is broken but I have a beautiful golf ball size lump on my ankle, no 'real' drugs but lots of Advil and ice. I have a note through next Wednesday but I am going to try to go to class on Tuesday.

So yes, I sprained my ankle falling off of a four inch curb. I did feed my roommate and bought him a tank of gas, but he really was above and beyond today.