Actually, it was Sunday night. I ran to advance the laundry and flew off the last step. I heard my ankle go, "funk," and then I went upstairs to walk it off. That wasn't good because it made me pass out. I woke up an hour later and walked on it again. Eeks.
I knew when I got up on Monday morning I would have it looked at. I hobbled to my phone when, lo and behold, I passed out. It hurt and it was swollen. Having never broken anything but a toe, I didn't know what would come next. I didn't want to intrude on a busy work week, either.
The good news is that it is not broken. There's a slight hair fracture, but it's in a place where it will heal without a cast. I have an air support and will ice it up for the next couple of days. I know now I do not ever want to break anything if this is what it feels like for coming extremely close.
As for today...Tuesday...we shall see what will come of ya'.