immobile

Last night I twisted my ankle and now I can't walk. I had a dream about it. Goes something like this:

I went to work even though I had twisted my ankle the night before and couldn't really move. I don't know how I got to work. I just appeared there. My foot was bruised, swollen, full of gashes and bleeding. Totally disgusting. There was a party in the office and no one seemed to think it was a big deal that I was bleeding at my desk. It was very reminiscent of an office party that Phyllis from The Office would have. My mom was there for some odd reason and she finally came over to take a look at my foot. I kept asking her to please not touch it because it hurt so badly and she didn't listen. Just kept poking and prodding. Sigh. Moms. Then I woke up because I fell asleep on a tiny couch in our living room and kept putting pressure on the foot I can't use. WAH WAH