"It looks like it's broken in three places."

So said the doctor as she poked and prodded at my swollen ankle this morning. One x-ray later, she was thankfully proven wrong... it's not broken, just very badly sprained. In any case... Neves is gonna be immobile for the next two days, followed by a month of recovery. Fun fact: just now I'm using a golf putter as a walking stick, though tomorrow I'll hopefully get my hands on a proper one.

All this means that yesterday's statement about a lack of activity for a month is now totally reversed... I'll have nothing to do but internets stuff.

Incidentally, it all began when I was getting a shovel for someone at the dig, but when I stepped back down into the trench my foot must've ended up on one of the many small pieces of wood on the trench floor... which then overturned, bending my ankle in a way ankles ought not to be bent. I thought it'd be okay after a short rest, but after about ten minutes of work - shifting buckets of soil - I felt a very unpleasant swelling against the top of my boot. There followed a series of hobbling visits to the local hospital, health centre, and A&E department...

So, no more dig for Neves. No more moving around for Neves either, except hobbling to the bathroom/bedroom as necessary. Harsh, but the bright side is that it's a sprain rather than a break, which would've been much worse. All in all, a lucky escape. ^^