Mother of FUCK I sprained my ankle today :(

I was on my way to the post office and I stepped on a manhole cover that wasn’t placed properly so my ankle twisted and I fell down. Not like, whoops, lost my balance, almost fell on my ass. No I went down, HARD. So I try to sit up but I almost hurl because I feel the fucking pain in my ankle, fucking hell it was BAD. Two people saw me fall down so thank fuck they came up to me, the woman was very sweet saying she wanted to call me an ambulance because she saw how hard I fell. The guy she was with, in his late twenties, said: “I always say it’s best in these situations to just walk it off”. WALK IT OFF? DUDE, WALK IT OFF £%^$£@£!&*@?!?!?!?!?! Yeah, safe to say I didn’t really agree. Anyway, after a couple of minutes they got me to try to stand up, which worked, not well, but it worked. So not sure what to do I just told them I’d be fine as I wanted to see how intense the pain was after a little bit before even considering going to the hospital. So I decided to hobble to the post office, pick up my parcel and go home. As you can guess by the time I got to the post office I was pretty much bawling my eyes out I was in so much pain. So, hobbled back to the busstop cursing like a sailor, got on the bus and got off right in front of the hospital. And as I stood there, in so much fucking pain, wondering how the fuck I would find the A&E entrance or just cross the fucking road without getting hit by a car, a lovely lovely lady that was on the bus with me offered to help me. DUDES, she was fucking wonderwoman. She stayed with me during the entire time I had to wait for x-rays and EVERYTHING. I kept asking her if she didn’t have somewhere to go and she was so so sweet saying she just had to do some shopping, and she didn’t even think of leaving me all by myself. So afther all the blah blah blah with x-rays and shit the doctor told me I hadn’t broken it (HALLELUJARRR) and it was just a really bad sprain. The wonder lady then took me to get groceries because I didn’t have a lot of food at home and my ankle is suppossedly going to hurt a whole fuck lot more tomorrow, and then carried my shit home for me (I live very very close to the hospital). In front of my house I told her I had no idea how to thank her and that I was so so incredibly grateful to her for staying with me, especially seeing as all my family etc. lives in Holland and I’m pretty much on my own here in London. She said it was no problem and saw it as some kind of karma thing, that she hoped if she were in the same situation someone would have done that for her. So guess what I will be doing next time I see someone crying and hobbling along the street? Passin on the luuurve baby. But I’ll first take some time to get my poor little ankle back to it’s old self. Should take about 3-4 days. Wooh fuckity, what a day. And to think I had so many plans for this weekend. Oh well, what can you do eh? The only things I can do now is give my body rest, read and spend a fuckload of time drawing, not such a bad way to spend the weekend after all :)