Okay... the thing with the foot... hehe. I'm just really stupid. Okay, I was manning the art club table with Katrina for Club Week, okay? Well, the Step team's table was right next to ours and they had a whole lot of business. Well, a whole lot of loiterers, at any rate. Katrina accidentally knocked down our sign, so I squeezed in through the gap between our tables and and by the time I'd managed to set the stupid thing right, some rude bitches were in that little gap, so getting back over it properly was a bit out. I took it upon myself to climb up on the table (I didn't actually stand up on it all the way; I just crouched, more or less) and touch down on the other side. Well, I was wearing heels, so I intentionally shifted all of my weight onto the balls of my feet when I landed, so... yeah, ow. It didn't even hurt that much when I first hit the ground, but after a while, the muscle had had time to get all inflamed and I had to limp/hobble down to the nurse's office. By the time my Grandma came to get me, I couldn't put any weight on it at all and I couldn't get my foot back in the shoe. Getting to the car was an adventure and a half.
So yes, feel free to tell me that I'm a stupid piece of s**t for jumping off of tables in high heels. But I didn't fall! I really did land well, just... I didn't expect that much of my weight to go straight to the connective tissue in my foot. Perfectly reasonable mistake, in my opinion. But now I'm going to have to negotiate the halls of Indian River for maybe a week with crutches. Not gonna be fun.