[[How to Break Yourself with Ease and Sheer Stupidity]] When Ankles Fly -- Part Two: The Landing

As I was flying through the air, there were little red lights going off all over, but I thought that landing it would be the best bet I had. I did just that, and for a split second I thought I was fine. But then, it was immediate EXCRUCIATING pain. I fell over to my side and tried to drag myself somewhere where someone would see me, I didn’t even try to walk on it, I knew there was no way. 

The girl noticed I wasn't chasing her anymore and tried to pick me up to move me, but couldn’t (I’m not that heavy btw, just letting you know..) she called the schools paramedics who are really students at my school who are in their nursing/doctors program, they were a godsend!! And the one guy was SUPER hot. 

:D

(Hey, just cause I was hurt doesn’t mean I don’t have eyes, just saying.) 

The boot came off and then the paramedics came and had to CUT OFF MY SOCK. My foot was literally, I kid you not, the size of my upper thigh. HUGE. 

(and probably very attractive to the good looking paramedic man...)

Security came to see what was up and asked me a hundred times (while I am crying in pain) if I had taken any drugs, or drank any alcohol, (Apparently couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that someone willingly would jump down a flight of stairs without any outside influence) :P

The pain was INCREDIBLE. I cannot even explain it, it was sharp, all the way up my leg, throbbing like it was an angry monster, ouch, ouch, ouch. The whole while I was swearing like a sailor. People have never heard me swear before at school, (I am super shy) but they certainly got an earful that night. 

You know, I am an english major, so you'd think I could come up with more interesting ways to express my pain, but it seems that going with the good old fashioned f-word works the same too.. In fact it works as a noun.. a verb... an adverb. Quite versatile really. 

Not being used to swearing to this extent after ever single swear I uttered I followed it with ‘sorry’ (at least this is what i was told and vaguely remember being laughed at by Mr. Hot-Just-My-Age-Paramedic-Man. Hey, at least I’ve left a memorable impression.) 

He made a makeshift splint and then I got a drive to the hospital with two of my good friends from school :) 

...Coming to a Theatre Near YOU!

When Ankles Fly -- Part Three: “The Worst Part is Over”