Peter was whining because he didn't want to be it alone. He didn't want to be it at all. But we made him be it anyways. So he decides to be big dummy and count to 10. But I was close to a very shadowy, dark area by Linda's house. I hide there. My choice was wise, as I was the last one that they were seeking. I eventually exposed my position and decided to jump into the light. Wrong choice. I jumped and my ankle landed sideways on a pile of 2 by 4's and I fell to my death. It really seemed like it anyways.
I roll onto my back and say, "greeeeeat.." I don't know why I didn't say something more related to the situation like, "OMG MY FOOT I'M GOING TO FREAKING DIE SAVE ME NOW!!" But I get up and I hear 3 clicks in my ankle. And that's when it started hurting.
So I go inside limping and mom says, "What happened to you?" Then I tell her.
Now I am sitting on my bed blogging about last nights predicament. My ankle still clicks when I move it and it is painful. Yes it's swollen. I am in pain and it sucks.
P.S.
Cross your fingers for me to be sent out on a plane to get it checked and that every room in the hospital in Dillingham to be full and in use for a very long time so that I may be sent to Anchorage to attend the hospital there and be able to watch Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 2. Thanks.