Time to Waste

Have you ever broken anything? If not, then consider yourself lucky, if you have, then you know what I'm talking about...kinda. So I didn't exactly break my ankle, I just sprained it really badly. And I'm super pissed off about it. How did I manage to do that? Well, I was walking down the stairs and I didn't think that there were any steps left, but there was so I tripped and fell. The stupid part is that I had just spent my entire day in heels and this happened while I was wearing my boots. This happened on Thursday, it's now Wednesday and it still hurts. So obviously I stayed home from school Friday, which in all honesty broke my heart because we were going to a hockey game in the morning and I had history class in the afternoon. I was really sad about missing that. Saturday was torture, pure hell. I sat around and did nothing all day, people were constantly asking me if I was ok and trying to figure out if I should go to the hospital. I kept insisting that it was just sprained. I honestly do not have time or energy for my ankle to be broken. So to prove my point I started walking on it on Sunday. I went to school on Monday even though my mom told me not to. I just had to be stubborn and go. It hurt but I got through it. I went again yesterday, but the second day is always worse than the first. I got home and my ankle was almost just as swollen as it was on the day that it happened and y entire lower leg was a little swollen too. I didn't tell my mom when she got home from work around 7:30. My grandma however was freaking out and told my mom. My grandma was so sure that it was broken, she's such a pessimist! Anyways, my mom called the hospital and found out that the wait time in the emergency room was between 5 and 6 hours, which is nothing since the average time is between 12 and 14 hours. So at 10 we set out for a sleepless night. I was pissed, I knew that my ankle wasn't broken and I wanted to go to school the next day, I didn't wanna stay up all night just to be told something that I already knew. It was a long night, I was bored and tired and my ankle was swollen and it hurt. I wanted to go home and sleep so that I could go to school the next day. I bitched and snapped at my mom for dragging me to the emergency room and then telling me to try and sleep. Like I could seriously sleep there. We waited for two hours in the general waiting room, then we were lead to the actually hospital part of the hospital to a smaller waiting room. I waited there for another hour before I got to see a doctor, who sent me back to the waiting room to wait to take my x-ray. It was another hour till I actually went and took my x-ray. 15 minutes later we were told that it was just sprained and it's gonna get worse before it gets better. The first thing I told my mom was "I told you so!". I limped out of the hospital at 2:30 and didn't get home until 3. Once again my mom asked me if I wanted to stay home, I said no since I had history today. I had already missed one class because of my stupid ankle I wasn't gonna miss another. However I did want some sleep and asked my mom if she could drive me in time for third period, science. My entire day was off, until I walked into history for sixth period. As soon as I walked in, I knew that being this tired was worth it and that I had made the right choice by coming to school. There's not really a point to this post, nothing meaningful or interesting. I'm just venting out some emotions since I have nothing better to do since I'm not allowed to do anything other than go to school and come home until my ankle heals. Which hopefully is soon because I can't stand to be forced to sit around a do nothing, I rather sit around and do nothing out of my own will.