If you saw my post yesterdayabout how awesomely my day started on Friday, then you’ll understand why I’m so grumpy today. I was just trying to walk down the three stairs in my garage to take the girls to school and head off to work. I was wearing these beautiful boots that I love and just turned off the garage light to head down the steps to the van.
I got to what I thoughtwas the bottom step and, about halfway through the step, realized I was not at the bottom as I thought. Right about that time, I hit the floor – heels first – and the right foot twisted under me and down I went. The left foot then rolled under me as I fell and I landed on it.
It seems that my first reaction upon getting hurt is a girly scream, followed by sobbing uncontrollably. I’m not so good at hiding the pain right off the bat. But, within seconds, I realized that the girls were going to freak out, so I composed myself and had my husband help me off the floor and get inside (he stole my boots at that time and I haven’t seen them since). I had him set my next to the toilet because I was overcome with nausea and a mega heat flash and then I ordered him to take the girls to school. It was their Thanksgiving breakfast and they would be heartbroken to miss it. We decided he would come back as soon as possible to take me to urgent care. I left out the part where I had felt both ankles pop so that he wouldn’t ditch the breakfast.
After they left, I did what any grown woman would do upon injuring themselves in such a fashion – I called my mommy and cried for fifteen minutes. I made a few other calls (after composing myself) and waited for the hubby to get home. In the meantime, I had maneuveredmy way(painfully) to the sofa in the living room and gotten some ice on my ankles while keeping them elevated.
The hubby got me to urgent care and I was sent to a wheelchair since both ankles were swelling and obviously injured. After seeing the doctor and getting some x-rays, it was determined that I had fractured my right foot and sprained my left ankle. The (very sweet) nurses put a temporary cast on me, told me pick up some crutches, wrote me a prescription and ordered me to an orthopedic doctor next week.
So, I’m feeling awesome(please note the sarcasm) and I’m hobbling around on crutches I don’t know how to use being forced to bear my weight on sprained ankle (that definitely hurts worse than the fractured foot). I can’t take a shower due to the cast, so I have to maneuver way into a bathtub that I’m pretty sure is as low as it could possibly be to the ground. It’s stupidly dangerous to climb into, but absolutely impossible to climb out of without use of either of my feet.
I’m super annoyed and sore and my sprained ankle is now more swollen than it was yesterday. PLUS, my armpits and hands are killing me from these stupid crutches. There, now I’ve whined myself stupid and if you’re still reading this, then I love you more than ice cream. I’m done crying about it all now. I’m off to get some work done on this blog!