How to Properly Break Your Ankle: Day One

I'm Amy. One day, I thought it would be great to go on an adventure with some friends. Our adventure of the day was bouldering! It looks kind of like this:

This is my friend, she's really good at it.

When it was my turn to go, I wasn't that pro. I was much more along the lines of:

Me. Struggling.

Then, I missed my hand hold and I fell. I hung out on the crash pad with my friend. Our hang out looked a lot like this:

I'm the one on the ground, t-shirt over my head, holding my leg.
(Please note, the red dots are supposed to signify blood)

Then the paramedics arrived to take me away in an ambulance and the theme of the day turned out to be "Who can get Amy's age wrong the most?" It started with a paramedic who continued to say that I was 23. And every time he said that I corrected him, loudly, with a "21!" It took him three times. Then an uneventful ambulance ride to the ER where they got my age wrong again. This time, I was born in 84 and I was old enough to be 25. Finally in the ER, I got to see my ankle, and it looked like this:

My real life ankle. Not on straight. Photo thanks to mom.

Then a lot of tiredness followed, I had a fear of falling asleep because I thought they would think I lost consciousness. They took some x-rays and eventually wheeled me off for surgery. And that just about ends day 1 for me.

Day 2: Cyborg Amy.