The "special day"

Well, our anniversary was nice... To a point.

The day started off just fine. We both worked and got off early. We ran some errands and went home and got ready for dinner at one of our favorite restaurants, P.F.Changs. We had a very nice and surprisingly inexpensive dinner, and went home. We decided to take Lucky out for a walk.

We hadn't gotten more than 200 yards from apartment when Amanda fell and hurt her ankle. She couldn't stand on it, and was in a lot of pain, so I carried her while holding onto a very hyper and reluctant dog. Anyway, I put Amanda on the couch and went to the fridge to find that we didn't have any ice, though we had produce. So I put some frozen corn on her ankle and went to the store to her some ice.

When I got home I checked her ankle some more because I thought it was weird that she immediately was immobilized. She said that she heard a pop, and because it was so tender, we decided to go to the hospital.

So I carried Amanda to the car and later into the hospital. It was surprisingly busy for 8 at night. Shortly after we arrived a high school football player came in with a broken ankle. There was a kid who ran into something, and many other people just waiting around. Well, I caught up on my reading, and 3 hours later, after x-rays and a lot of waiting we found that it was indeed a sprain.

Now, she is walking around fine, but it's still a little tender. Oh well...