Injured

Yeah, I got home from work today and started cleaning up around the house, sweeping, etc, and I then start cleaning my front yard (graveyard of many cigarette butts) and picking up trash. The mail comes, so I go to get it, where I step off the curb, twist my foot, land on top of it with all my weight and OW! So I grit my teeth and grab the mail and limp like Igor all the way to my front door, when the tears start and I can't even stop them. IT HURT like you wouldn't believe, a knot swelled up about the size of a golf ball and it was all I could do to call my husband in hysterics. And like a hero, he rushed straight home (and in record time) to take me to urgent care where I find out I didn't break anything, just sprained the hell out of my foot. Not my ankle, my FOOT. Owowowowowowwwwwww!!!!! I can't walk without crutches (it actually beats the hell out of me that I made it in the house instead of passing out when it happened) and my foot feels like an ice cube b/c of the ice pack I've had on it. Stupid idiotic piece of crap its the same damn foot I sprained last year falling down the steps at work. By the time I'm 45, I'll be lucky if I can still walk on these things! ARGH! and also OW! If you need to reach me call me people, it takes a lot to come sit at the computer to type.