I popped back up and on the machine, and bless their hearts, two men stopped to ask if I was okay. I said yes, of course, but actually my ankle was pretty sore. I was afraid I had actually cut it, but mostly just sloughed off a swath of skin. It hurt enough that I wanted to get right back off and go home, but my it was embarrassing enough falling; I didn't need them to see me turn tail and leave. Anyway, I thought my pride was wounded more than my ankle, but apparently not. I can tell the story and laugh about it, but it still hurts to walk. In pretty much all shoes. It also hurts to wear pants, sit cross legged, shave, put on lotion, point my toes, etc. I even had to skip the gym on Friday,
On the upside, I feel less moochy asking the husband to get things for me. Gonna milk that as long as I can.