Anyway. Last night, I was planning to grill steaks, so I carried our table up to the porch from the garage. As I was coming down the steps, then, I tripped and fell. My ankle hurt, and I figured that I had twisted it.
It was threatening rain, so I used our grill pan indoors instead of grilling outside. (The steaks took much less time than I was expecting from the recipe, and ended up more done than I intended. Oops.)
After dinner, I could feel my ankle swelling up in my boot. When I took my boot off, there was a swelling the size of an egg. Oops. We put a bag of frozen corn on it and called the doctor, who suggested to go off to the hospital.
The hospital visit was a lot more humdrum than my kidney stone visits. Nobody was very excited about my sprain, not even me. On the whole, though, this is a good thing. I got fixed up with an air cast and sent home before midnight.