Doctors

So I hate the doctors.
And I have to go this weekend for like 4 things.
I'll only tell you the major thing, since the others aren't really that interesting, or something I really want to talk about.
So I'm a dancer, and I fell down a stair (that's right, stair, singular) and sprained my ankle. I did that on a Wednesday, but I had a dance competition that weekend. I thought I just rolled my ankle, and I had done that 2309235723049 times before, so I basically just put on a brace, went to dance and thought it would be better by Thursday. I woke up Thursday, it was throbbing, bruised and looked like I was smuggling a golf ball under my skin. I couldn't go to school since I couldn't walk. That Friday a major storm hit New England, so school was cancelled. At the dance competition I couldn't do one of the dances, and my ankle hurt really bad. I went to two more competitions after that, it kinda hurt, but not enough for it to be a major problem. My dance teacher is really good with injuries, so although it didn't look like I sprained it (again, I didn't go to the doctors because I HATE it), but she treated it like one and said I couldn't go on pointe for 4-6 weeks. Well, I'm here at week 7, and I tried to go on pointe and it felt like I just fell all over again. The swelling has also never gone all the way down. I can walk, and even jump fine, it's as soon as I go on pointe, or if I catch my ankle a certain way. That means that I either have to get a X-ray, or an MRI. If I have to get an MRI (and lets face it, with my luck, that will happen) they'll have to send me to the hospital. And if it's one thing I hate more than going to the doctors office is going to the hospital.
I'm NOT looking forward to this.