My fears have been confirmed! Kind of.

I was injured at work today! Like, not even five minutes after I got there, I was walking down the stairs, and BAM! I fell. You know how when your're walking up/down stairs, and you think there are NO MORE STEPS? But you know, there is. Well, that's what happened.

The stupid thing is, while it was one of the most painful experiences ever, I STILL CONTINUED TO WORK. I was limping, and I WAS kind of crying to myself, I still gathered the materials on the cart, and got to work: I did half of a room before I broke down.

I texted my sister. "Hey, I just fell down the stairs and hurt my ankle. Seriously. What do I do?" She was all, "tell your boss". So I went to the bathroom and shut the door... Crying. #emomoment

In the end, I told my boss, and my mom came to get me: I left work in a wheelchair and I went to the hospital. I was all, "heyho! Work place injury!" so I had to fill out a form and such. It was the first time I was in the emergency room at that hospital: Not at all what I expected. BUT YEAH. The doctor was all, "oh, sprained ankle. Put ice on it". And I was like ? What a fool! I don't even get TIME OFF from this thing!

Although since I am on-call on Monday and such, if I AM called in, I'll just say I'm still out of commission! It's good stuff! Yeah. #plans

But for now, I'm going to watch VERONICA MARS.

- Possum

P.S: I found out my ex-best friend's dad died! I don't know what to do in this situation. I'm not even on good terms with her... GAH.