Ladies and gentlemen, I now know why I identify with Tonks. In fact, this morning, I pulled one that might leave even Dora going, "Um... how'd you manage that?"
My alarm went off. I stepped out of bed to turn it off. And somehow or other rolled my ankle, spraining it badly and fracturing the top of my heel bone (around the place where it goes around the ankle to the top of the foot). I just got back from about eight hours in the ER (fifteen minute doctor consultations or test punctuated by two and three hour waits, topped off by my first ever crutch lesson).
You know, someone brilliant enough to hurt herself getting out of bed probably shouldn't be trusted on crutches.