Yep, that's what I did all right. Twisting force, stretching or possible tearing of something or other. I would show you a photo of my own ankle, wrapped in an Ace bandage, but my camera is not within reach and there ain't no way I'm gonna go get it.
I got home kinda late last night after the monthly county board meeting. There had been one or two controversial issues to be decided,and the public comment section of the meeting, usually limited to 30 minutes, went on for over an hour.So it was nearly midnight when I got home.
Anyway, I got home, parked Smokey's van -- he was installing a different stereo and a cruise control in the new Aveo -- and attempted to dismount from the driver's seat. Since I had parked as far as I could toward one side of the slab in front of the garage in order to leave him as much room as possible where he was working, the van was right at the edge of the slab. There is a slight drop-off/washout there, and I stepped right on that edge. Twisted my ankle, fell, and managed to wedge my shoe and foot in an extreme position -- left foot twisted outward from my lower leg at least 90°.
I freed the foot and just lay there and yelped like a Kat™ in pain. Which I was.
Luckily Smokey was still working on the other car and so was just a few feet away. He is naturally ultra-calm in these situations, in addition to having 35 years of nursing experience. He had me just lie there for awhile; brought me a blanket and a Vicodin and some pillows. And a stuffed animal and my iPod. When, after 30-40 minutes, the Vicodin had taken effect, I managed to get myself upright, but I couldn't put any weight at all on the ankle. He brought his wheeled walker -- purchased several years ago when his rheumatoid arthritis was worse than it is today -- and we used that, plus our quasi-elevator, to get me upstairs and into bed.
It's definitely better today, although I still can't put enough weight on it to walk unaided. We will give it one more day to see how much more it improves, then go to the doc if it seems advisable. (Even if it were broken, which we are about 99% sure it isn't, a doc would have waited 24 hours to set and cast it anyway, in order to let some of the swelling subside.) I borrowed a pair of crutches and another, smaller, walker from our neighbor who shattered her ankle a few years back. We are all just one Oops! away from disaster.
In the meantime, whatever shall I do during this time when I am chairbound? Too bad I don't like to read and don't have a nice, sedentary hobby that could keep me amused...