We were up late icing my ankle and feeding me ibuprofen before going to bed and getting up early to catch the train back to Balyana. Hopping around train stations on one leg (where would one find crutches in Luxor?) is tiring work, but we made it back without more of an incident than being stared at a lot while hopping down the platform (I called this the "bouncing hawaga show"). Once back at the house, Hasan promptly made me some makeshift crutches from some wooden poles that were at the house.
Breakfast the next morning (ankle up, of course)Getting around was pretty hard for a couple of days, but I'm back on my feet now with only a little pain and swelling remaining.
Update: after we returned to the States, I discovered that I actually had a fractured fibula, which I had walked around on for a couple of weeks before we came home. However, as of December it is all healed and doing very well.
