It's swollen pretty badly, but it's not broken. I just need to keep off it. So I was going to get a cane, when I remembered I already have one. It was from a sketch I wrote for a video contest doing a House parody.
I've joked at work that I'm kinda like House since I solve all the weird problems and don't want to tolerate laziness and stupidity. Now I'm starting to look like him. I'm not on Vicodin at least. I have no desire to try that. Also I'd like to think I'm not quite as evil as House and I'm not yet wearing a hair piece like Hugh Laurie is (although if I ever wear one, I hope it's as good as his (It's almost unnoticeable))