Minding my own business

I was floating home from work on Monday when the sidewalk jumped up and tripped me. I sprained my ankle and skinned my knee. I tried to remember the last time I had a skinned knee. I couldn't remember. I went to the doctor on Tuesday. X-rays were taken to determine that there were no broken bones. My ankle was the size of an ostrich's egg, if not I bet it was close. The nurse took one look at and said we need xrays. Of course, she starts off to xray and then realizes about 5 feet later I have an ankle injury and slows down a bit. I still had to hobble a bit to keep up with her. I feel really stupid when people ask what happen. I say I fell off the sidewalk. Essential that is what happened. Puts a real crimp in your life when you want to do stuff and you can't walk well. I had my legs waxed yesterday. I knew all my muscles connected to my ankle somehow, but I never realized how it would feel. It didn't hurt really, but I kept feeling a pulling on my ankle.