I did it again

I don't know what it is with me and leg injuries, but my body seems determined to get one at regular intervals for the most inane things. I wasn't even dancing properly. I just didn't want to sit down because my body is really sore from sitting down, so I'm now I'm forced to sit down and I understand what my grandfather felt like in the wheelchair. I'm not in a wheelchair. Although technically I am in a chair that has wheels, but I can still hop on one foot. The other foot has a huge bump on one side because apparently I ripped something when I twisted it and fell on the floor. Las time this happened, I dislocated it (that was the other ankle). Even though this time it didn't hurt as much, I think I would have preferred another simple dislocation to the weeks of recovery the keep telling me this is going to take. Last time, I was walking again as soon as they shoved the bone in. It was even part of the recovery process. I'm too restless to be stuck in a chair for this long. For the moment, I'm going to pretend as much as possible that's it's just a bruise because I can't handle injuries in other people without wanting to throw up, much less in myself since I can't get away.

This sucks. I dreamed about mountains last night. Beautiful green mountains and valleys and I was on a train, but before that I was climbing one (a mountain, not a train) and it felt so good. *glares at ankle*

*sigh*

I'm supposed to be working on my novel, but I think I'd rather either read lotus0kid's Anterior Talofibular Ligaments and You or work on my own injured Claude fic. Poor Claude. Why must we injure him so?