So I see the doctor today and the visit goes like this... he walks in and shakes his head ' kristen kristen kristen, what did you do this time?" me: " I fell off the porch" him: " how did you do that?" me: " I tripped" him "thats it? just tripped? no run over by sheep, no kicked by a cow or bit by a horse? just... tripped?" me: "yup" doctor: "wow " so he starts looking me over and tells me I have a very bad sprain and that he doesn't think it has any serious tissue damage otherwise. him: " so tough woman did you take anything for it?" (he actually said those exact words without a hint of sarcasm) me: "I took some ibuprofen the next day when iw as using the pitch fork to turn the soil and it made my ankle worse" doctor does a double take and his eye get wide " YOU took something? It must really hurt." so he hecks it over again to make sure there is no break since in his mind i must really be hurting to take anything doctor: " I want you to stay off your foot..." he stares at me in silence for a long moment " But telling you that is useless isn't it?" me: "yup" doctor: "Oh i give up"