Ooops. It appears that when I tried to "forcefully shove" the lawn mower over with the inside of my foot, I *broke* my anklebone. It hurt a lot for a split-second when it happened, but after that it didn't occur to me that I might have injured myself. It wasn't until a few minutes ago, as I was taking my socks off, that I realized that the bone is now in two distinct pieces, and is extremely bruised/swollen. Lovely. I wonder if I can still go use the exercycles at the gym and go out volunteering next week...

I would be shocked at not having noticed this, except I'm also the person that broke the kneecap on that same leg into two when I was 16 and then proceeded to hike two miles through the Sierra mountains on it. (Well, I did break it partway through the hike, it's not like I had a choice unless I wanted my father to carry me, which I adamantly did now.) That one didn't hurt enough for me to feel bothered by it, either...proof that at least some autistics have a shorted-out neurological system. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but I'm autistic so it doesn't actually hurt me? :-/

Oh wait. If I put ice on it to reduce the swelling, then it hurts a whole lot! Ow! Holy crap, that's more what I thought a broken ankle would feel like! I wonder if I am supposed to keep doing this, or if the pain is a signal that I'm doing the wrong thing? Googletime!