Yep, that’s what it is. I woke this morning around 6:30. Sleeping with this splint on is not exactly easy. It’s hard, heavy, and makes my leg hot. I was scheduled to have a preschool staff meeting at 10, but instead met a family at the funeral home to meet with the family of a member who passed away yesterday. Trying to move around with crutches is not the easiest thing in the world, I found. It’s sore on my arms, I get overly hot and I really want a glass of water. As I was at the funeral home, the walk-in clinic called and left me a voicemail. I returned their call to find out that my ankle or foot is indeed fractured. So that means I get to see orthopedics to resolve that. Best case is a boot. Worst case is surgery I’m sure, but I don’t think we’re there.
More than a sprain–it’s a fracture