Ouch

A few hours ago I damaged my heel. It's a long story (not really, I just don't want to tell it.) I was sure it was sprained from the get-go, seeing as how I'm nearly an expert on injuries. After consulting with a Doctor-friend of mine I was told that it does in fact sound to be as said. I'm not making an appointment or going to the hospital, it's not the first time I've sprained a portion of this leg.
I don't mind getting hurt, in fact, I kinda like it...(not in a weird masochistic sort of way.) I hate the healing process though. Getting injured is fine, having a cool scar or a war story is fine, the whole inpatient in-between is a bitch for me though.

This is going to be real fun for me. I have 2 dogs of my own (plus) I'm dog-sitting my Uncle's 2 dogs...
Four dogs + one good leg = me going hoarse from yelling.

After lots of limping & hopping, ice, elevation, & throat drops - all will be good again.
On the bright side, my ankle is a lovely shade of light purple. Usually i'm pasty white all over, it's nice to see a little colour.