Why Oh Why

I have crippled myself. I am laying here with my feet elevated, and one on ice. I really wish I didn't have to go to class tonight. I don't want to walk across the parking lot. The sister missionaries called me out of the blue and wanted me to go on a visit with them. I was excited. I hadn't gone out with the missionaries in years and I used to go with them all the time, before I got married. We drive up, we say a prayer and as I get out of the car I'm feeling a little unsure footed. We were really close to the curb and the road was tilted. I shut the door and take one step and WHOOSH! Down I go. I hear this lovely SNAP (my ankle) on the way down too. I was in shock at how quickly I was on the ground. Thankfully I fell in a "safe" way and I wasn't worried for a second about the baby, but I was in so much pain I went into complete shock. First, I'm completely embarrassed. Embarrassed I fell, embarrassed I'm making so much fuss over an ankle. I really wanted to cry and was trying to decide what to do. A strong part of me wanted to go back home, but here we were at the woman's house ready to go teach. A part of me was afraid to go home, because then I'd be alone. But I didn't want to distract from the whole visit if I continued to be overwhelmed by my pain. My hearing went fuzzy and I started to black out a little (this has happened one other time in my life). I sat in the car and they got ice for me. Probably 5 minutes passed and I started to feel "normal" again so we went and had our visit. I'm glad I stayed, it was a really nice visit, but now I'm at home and I can just hardly walk and I wish someone was here to take care of me. Greg's Mom is at Girl's Camp, so I can't call her. I have my birthing class tonight and don't feel like hobbling across the parking lot. My parent's just put a elevator in their house, I never thought I'd be so glad. I am NOT walking up their steps. Now that some time has passed, I'm feeling better. I just wanted to whine. I just hope I can walk normally again soon.