OUCH!

Hey!
Get this-today I was leaving Greek Life around 3:30 pm, and I missed the last two steps inside Memorial and fell on my bad ankle. (And knee and wrist-all on the left side, but mainly it was the ankle that was feeling it.) Anyway, I am pretty tough, but it hurt A LOT and I even heard it grind when I fell, so I instantly thought-NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! (Anikin lol) I was mentally begging not to have sprained it again, and I grabbed my ankle. I rolled onto my back-bag, purse, phone, left shoe, on the ground around me-and held my ankle in the air and I could just feel the tears coming on, daring to screw up my mascara. And they sure did. And I was feeling it man-it hurt (ankle, not mascara or tears). I finally sat up about 5 minutes later, and continued to hold my ankle for a few minutes, when in walks this dude. He was probably around my age. I looked up at him. He looked down at me...or rather just at the floor that I was on, and stepped neatly around my books and walked through the door without so much as a word or even a look of concern to me. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? WHO DOES THAT? WHAT IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE!? Ok, so I was so shocked by his response that I got mad and quit crying and put my shoe on...delicately, and then wiped my eyes with a tissue...decided that I needed to put my sunglasses back on, and limped out of the building, down the stairs, across the street, and to the bus. Obviously the sprain was not NEARLY what my first one on that ankle was, but it still hurts. It's swollen still right now! But I am sure it's nothing that bad. It's just that anyone could ever actually see someone sprawled on the floor, holding their ankle, crying, and just act like they are in the way is SO WRONG. UGH. I'm used to guys I know and guys on UGA's campus being such Southern gentlemen that this was totally unexpected. Whatever. (see the previous post for meaning of whatever).
~Meghan
ps-there is a pic of my "lovely" ankle on my moblog, but warning-haven't shaved in 4 days! I get lazy when it's pants season!! lol