My right ankle's been bugging me for the better part of the past week and a half, maybe longer. I figured I must have strained something, possibly at work, and it was taking a lot longer to heal because I'm still working, and therefore still on my feet a lot. Besides, my entire right leg is significantly weaker than my left, due to an injury to my knee many, many years ago.

Just a few hours ago, though, I took off my shoes, and noticed the area around my ankle is getting discolored now.

Frikkin' great!

Oddly enough, though, I'm not in nearly as much pain as I'd thought I'd be for having an anklle injured to the point of noticable discoloration. I'm not even limping or anything. I know I have a high tolerance for pain (stop looking at me like that...) , but I never thought it was that high! =P And thankfully, it's not a large area that's discolored...Just about a 1-inch spot slightly over the ankle bone, right where the pain is the strongest.

And, as expected, my mother is little to no help. She never believed me when I said that I was injured, and would just tell me I made it up for attention. Now that she's seen that it's turning funny colors, she's basically responding with "Oh, it's your fault you're hurt because you work so much! By the way, you need to take out my trash/get my heavy shit out of my car/lug that heavy shit up three flights of stairs/move my furniture around my apartment...(etc.)"

Hopefully, if I rest it enough when I'm not working my ass off, it'll heal alright. I can always try...and hope. Mostly hope.

~Kyetsu