Busted Ankle

So Saturday night, I broke one of my longstanding rules: Never ride down a hill on a block of ice. The last time I participated in an ice-blocking activity, I fell off the ice block and bruised my tailbone, an injury that took months to heal completely and left me with the personal commitment to never ice block again. Like I said, I broke that personal promise I'd made to myself. I agreed Saturday night to ride one ice block down a hill one time. And what happened? Well, what always happens when you break a promise? Nothing good. I sprained my ankle pretty badly and have been crutching it for the past five days. The Bishop has begun calling me "Skippy" and one of my friends and I discussed the etymology of the word "gimp" last night. At least I'm turning this into a learning and growing experience. Unfortunately, lacking health insurance, I haven't been able to go to the doctor for x-rays, so I don't know if I did something worse than just sprain it, but I'm banking on my belief that it really is just a sprain and will get better on its own. My philosophy is purely a money-saving one. X-rays are expensive. I have faith--in another week, I'll be as good as new.