Anyway, I figured I probably had a sprained ankle, because that's what I do, so I told Antoine he could wait and take me to urgent care the next morning. Low and behold, I find out via X-rays that I've managed to take a little chip out of fibula. And I'll have to wear an air cast/boot for at least three weeks. Happy birthday me! Actually, I don't get the air boot until Friday. Until then I'm sporting an incredibly itchy fiberglass splint and crutches. The doctor told me to elevate my leg and stay home for a couple days. Of course, I didn't listen and went to work yesterday. A stupid idea! Sure, I have a job where I could sit most of the day, but I also work on a floor with no restroom, and while we have a freight elevator, it's not the most reliable thing. So, after a couple hours I was just plain exhausted from trying to maneuver around and my leg was super sore. I quickly decided that maybe the doctor had a point...so today and tomorrow I'm pretty much confined to bed, my leg propped up on a pillow. All I can say, bring on the boot...this shit is getting boring!
On the plus side, I've got time to edit my pictures from Montreal so I'll have a little recap ready for tomorrow.