My week started with a bang!
Okay, maybe not a bang. More like a pop-crack-ow. How, you ask? Late last night, coming down the stairs to go to bed, I decided it would be a good idea to turn off the lights at the top of the stairs. On my way down in the dark I thought I was at the bottom step. Turns out I wasn’t. I was two steps up still. That’s what I get for walking down the stairs in the dark. Without my glasses. Yep.
So anyway, as you can imagine, I came down the stairs in terrific fashion. Ankle rolled out, cracked like a whip, and started screaming. Or maybe that was me. Actually I know I wasn’t screaming. I was mostly just sitting there unable to breathe and finally started going “ow. ow. ow.” Luckily, Cameron (in bed) heard my swan dive, and came rushing which is good because I didn’t have the breath to call for help.
I’ve never broken anything before. About the worst I’ve ever done is pop my knee out of place briefly once when I crashed my bike at age 12. I had stitches in my chin when I was 5 or 6. But other than that I was too much of a chicken during my childhood to do anything that might have gotten me hurt. Needless to say, this hurt. It hurt a lot. But after a couple minutes of agony I was able to rotate the ankle just a little, so I figured it probably wasn’t broken. (Cameron broke his ankle when he was a kid and told me that there was no way I’d be able to do that on a broken bone.) I also distinctly recall my dad telling me that when you break a bone, it hurts so much you want to throw up. Well, I didn’t want to throw up (not really) so I figured it was probably a good sign that nothing had broken. Still, I’d heard it crack really loudly, so that worried me. Cameron ran to the freezer and brought up a bag of mixed veggies and helped me up. It was only a couple steps to the bedroom (thank goodness I fell on the right landing) and I was able to put a little weight on it, so that was an encouraging sign. We did the whole RICE thing (rest-ice-compression-elevation for those not in the know) and I took some ibuprofen and finally after about an hour or so of pretty bad pain I was able to drift off to sleep.
This morning the pain was much less and the swelling had gone down some (maybe a chicken egg as opposed to a…duck egg or some other slightly larger bird fowl) and there was a bruise on my foot. I was able to put weight on it but after walking off the initial stiffness I kept feeling a shifting sensation in my heel when I brought the toes forward. I gave my dad a call, because he used to be a really avid hiker and mountain climber and has dealt with all manner of first aid and I figured he would know if I should go get it checked out. He suggested I truck over to the ER to get it looked at because joint injuries are hard to diagnose and you never know if something is wrong or not. So I called work to say I would be late, hopped in the car (luckily the injured foot is not my driving one AND I drive an automatic, phew) and drove the approximately two blocks to the ER.
One of the most pleasant things about living in a small town is that the ER is not jam packed with people waiting to be seen. In fact aside from the nurses I was the only person in there. So they wheeled me back to an exam room right away, took down my information, and about 2 minutes later they wheeled in an X-Ray machine, took my bone’s picture, and then I sat there for about another 15 minutes waiting to hear from the dr.
I should note that I am a huge fan of the show ER. While I was sitting there waiting I was really hoping that Dr. Carter (you know, Noah Wyle) or even better, Dr. Ross (George Clooney) would come traipsing in in his white lab coat and lay it all out for me. No such luck.
Instead I got the equally-as-pleasant-but-not-quite-as-adorable Dr. Daley, who informed me that I did not have any breaks or fractures (yay!), but I had stretched all the ligaments surrounding my ankle (boo!) and he was going to put me in a walking splint for 7-10 days along with more of the RICE/ibuprofen routine and I should be a-okay.
So that’s that. The nurse fitted me with the splint and I hobbled awkwardly out of there. My first trip to the ER! And no intense music or handsome George Clooney doctors. What a bummer. I’m at work now (someone else already called in sick and I figured it would be decent of me not to leave them in a huge lurch) but I am sort of hoping that after everyone goes to lunch and the morning rush settles down I will be able to go home and sit on the couch with my kitties for the rest of the day. Luckily I found a way to sit on my stool and prop my foot up on one of the drive-up tube dispensers, so it’s helping a little. Could be worse I guess. They even let me keep the ice bag which is refillable! Woo!
Anyway, hope your Monday is way more spectacular than mine!