As I was walking back from the main location to the secondary location (where my office is), I was walking past all these parked cars when, suddenly, one cranked its engine, slid into reverse and slammed backwards while I was directly behind it, about a foot and a half away from the bumper when it was parked. I leapt backwards and landed wrong on my ankle, sending me plummeting to the ground while the asshole car slammed backwards almost into another car and then sped away. The other car's driver very kindly got out of his car and helped me to stand up but, off to the doctor I go as I think I ripped that overactive tendon as I have extremely sharp pain in my ankle every time I step in the same vicinity.
It happened so fast. The car wasn't even turned on when I started to walk behind it. One and a half steps later and the car was coming at me rather fast (especially as it wasn't even started a step and a half before) and I was jumping backwards and trying to get out of the way.
I limped back to my office, as I felt fine at the time but about halfway there, the pain crept in. So I sat at my desk and cried for a good ten minutes. Came home and had a massive bowl of pretzel ice cream from Blue Bunny. Which, by the by, is rather medicinal as I got rid of most of the want to cry feeling. I'm still shaky and freaking, four hours later.
My hands have all these little cuts from the gravel where I landed, bouncing and skidding across it.
The worst part, though, is that my nephews are visiting this weekend and expecting me to be able to play with them. They've been asking for months if my ankle was all better and if I could please play lightsabers with them. That's what really gets me. I can barely walk right now. How am I supposed to run around after 5 and 7 year olds?
I freaking hate that fucker that made the left in front of me. I really really fucking hate him.