I'm such a klutz

How do you spell "klutz"? I think that's right...ANYway.... At work work (the one that pays the bills) on Thursday, I stood up from my office chair, turned and felt a pop in my foot/ankle. Pain shot through it. I thought, "Umm, that's not good." So, then I took a couple of steps and it still hurt, but I was able to walk. I walked a little farther--sharp pain. Walked a little farther--no problem. Then sharp pain. I'm thinking. Crap. I sincerely hope I don't have a stress fracture or something. Yesterday, there was bruising that got worse as the day went along. Swelling. Phyllis insisted I stay off of it and sit with my foot propped up. Which I did. It's the outer part of the foot and ankle, and it doesn't hurt continuously. We think it's a sprain and because of where it's at, I don't feel it every time I take a step. But WHAM! Then I do. Phyllis told me a need to go to the doctor. Nope. Nope. Nope. Not with the Conference coming up this week. Ain't gonna do it...wouldn't be prudent (spoken with my best George H.W. Bush imitation--you know the first dude?). I'm sitting here now in my Lazy-Girl chair with it propped up on a pillow. I plan on taking it easy these next few days. I think it'll get better. I'll probably forgo the pool thing down in Orlando. Heck, if I can't even get up from my chair and make a turn to walk, how do you think I'd be poolside on wet tile?? Klutz=Chris