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If anyone was looking for me on Wednesday afternoon, you could have found me on the top of Bascom Hill where I was writhing in pain and clutching my ankle while droves of people walked past ignoring me.

It was a beautiful day and I was looking forward to lounging on the grass in the sun.  I wasn’t really paying attention to where I was going.  Although I didn’t notice it, one of the steps where I was walking had become loose and wobbly.  Of course I stepped on it, lost my balance, and fell hard while twisting my ankle in a horrible way.  

After a few minutes of trying to hold back tears, ONE person finally asked me if I was okay.  She helped me up into a sitting position and waited with me for twelve or so minutes until I could stand and hobble away. 

My ankle is swollen.  And bruised.  And kind of gross looking.   

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