Okay, I give up.

I'm taking the ankle to the hospital after school today. Actually, Hubby will be taking it, along with the rest of me.

Standing on it and walking around on it are not two of my favourite things at the moment, and as stubborn as I am, it hurts enough that I'm thinking I probably should get it looked at.

I was also talking with another teacher who has a degree in kinesiology and is very involved in many sports (therefore cognizant of varying types of injuries). After I described to her what happened and how it feels now, she strongly encouraged me to go see someone. (In fact, her tone was along the lines of, "You haven't had that looked at yet, you dummy?!")

Must get better. Must go geocaching!