2AM. I'm walking out of my friend's place towards my own. It's snowing. I hit a patch of ice that I did not see because of the snow. I slip. The next thing I know, excruciating pain is shooting up from my ankle. I scream out in pain, laying on my side. A couple people heard me, and helped me back to my place. At this point, my ankle looks like someone shoved a baseball into it.
My friend says it looked like a sprain, and I decide to sleep on it; a couple hours wouldn't hurt. I went to the hospital this morning, and the diagnosis came: 2 broken bones, and I need to have surgery done (they have to put screws in).
I've never broken any bones. The surgery has not been done yet, and I'm on hydrocodone. This stuff is powerful.
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