One of the girls drove me all over town looking for a 24-hour pharmacy. I'm guessing it's a suburban thing!? Because there sure as hell ain't fucking any downtown or in the inner suburbs. Finally found one at Brunswick, got crutches, painkillers, icepack and compression bandage. I was in some serious motherfucking pain (like tears of pain, which just doesn't happen to me) but i couldn't take the painkillers till i had food. By this time it was like 8:30 so we grabbed KFC and i hobbled/hopped/crawled home to eat and take pills and whatnot.
Now i don't know if it's sprained or broken or what, but my ankle is like the size of my thigh. Problem is i'm single, i live downtown, i don't have any close friends with a car, plus i hate asking people for help anyway. I should probably go to the doctor, but i know that's down stairs in my apartment, up some crazy fucking tall tram steps, up stairs in the mall, then he'll just send me off for an x-ray anyway, which means going way the fuck out to East Melbourne (more trams), down more stairs, back up stairs again, back from East Melbourne and then up stairs to my apartment again. Only to repeat it the next day when the results come back. And it's too much. Or at least, it's too much for today.
Shit like this makes you realize how it sucks to live alone.
A friend of mine in Brisbane broke his ankle a couple years ago and it really took an emotional toll as well as a physical one. Feeling useless, feeling incapable of doing shit for yourself, being in pain, having to rely on other people - these are things i just don't do. This fucking sucks balls.
But you know, i'll get over it, i'll grow from it. I better be back in the game in two weeks. I don't want to hobble around for months.