On Tuesday, September 20th, on my way to the gym, I got a phone call from Nic and immediately knew something was wrong. As my mind raced with all the horrible thigns that could have happened, he explained to me that he had fallen while playing basketball, hurt his ankle and it was pretty bad. He didn't think it was broken, but he had heard a loud pop and suspected that he had torn the ligaments. He asked me to buy some ice, a bucket, and tape and meet him at home ASAP. I raced to our grocery store and home. His ankle was pretty swollen and starting to bruise slightly, but Nic said he wasn't in too much pain. The bucket I bought was too small and the one we already had was the wrong shape, so I improvised and used the ice chest Nic had won at last year's Mailer's Haven auction for his ice bath. He said the ice bath was worse than the injury itself. I am definitely relieved that the injury didn't even compare to all the horrible ideas that filled my head when Nic first called and I'm hoping for a speedy recovery.
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