Last night, Kevin was at work and Monica had an away softball game, so Natalie and I decided to have the first driveway fire of 2011. I had several boxes on the back porch and planned to use them to get the fire started.
I stepped out of the back door, holding the boxes, so I couldn't see where I was stepping. I took two steps when my left foot went off the cement. My ankle broke over and I heard a loud "pop," followed by me hitting the ground. I couldn't get up.
After 5 minutes or so, I got up with Natalie's help, and stood there, wondering if it was broken. I was eventually able to put weight on it, barely. Since I could "walk," I figured it wasn't broken. By the time Kevin got home, it was swollen and bruised and hurting worse. I still didn't go to the ER, though, because I figured it wasn't broken and I don't go to the Dr.
It got worse as the night went on, and I couldn't sleep. The weight of the blanket on my foot caused too much pain to get to sleep. I figured I was pretty well screwed at that point. I managed a few hours of sleep, and when I woke up, my first thought was, "Uh oh."
I couldn't even get out of bed to go to the bathroom! Kevin got some too-big crutches from downstairs and I made it to the bathroom, and then we assessed the ankle. Yup, it was time to get some X-rays. We got the girls off to school and headed in. Kevin wouldn't let me drive, although I think I could have done fine in the truck (my car is a manual transmission...clutch=pain.)
I was at the hospital for about 2 hours, all together. She manipulated the heck out of it for X-rays and caused me to get horribly close to tears. The final word was no breaks, just a bad sprain. Fine, put on an air splint and send me on my way.
At work, I couldn't use crutches. You can't carry things and use crutches at the same time, so I had to hobble and limp along. At least I was only there 6 hours, but I could feel the splint getting tighter and tighter. I propped it up on my trash can when I was at my desk, but I couldn't avoid walking completely.
Kevin and Monica picked me up at 5 and we stopped at Applebee's to redeem a gift card. It kept hurting worse and worse. After finally getting home, we propped it up in the recliner and took off my sock. Uh oh. Maybe I did too much today. It's bruised all the way around and swollen. Yup, I think I'll be doing a lot of sitting this weekend.
6 comments:
On the bright side, it's the weekend. As I said before... tis genetic.
Ouch...that looks painful. Hope you get some rest. Get a bell and ring it when u need something. The fam can wait on you. LOL
i'm glad it isn't broken. I broke my ankle (3 bones in 5 places), but a sprain is no picnic either.
I've had a sprain & broken ankle...the sprain is MORE painful!!! Take care enjoy some movies & popcorn this weekend!
A sprain can sometimes take longer to heal than a broken ankle. My daughter had a bad sprain and she was in an actual cast for quite awhile. take it easy.
When my daughter was an infant, I was carrying her and stepped on the edge of a sidewalk, more off than on and twisted my ankle. It hurt like the dickens. No insurance, living on the edge financially, I kept my foot up when I could. 6 weeks later when I went to the Dr., they told me that a sprain takes much longer than a break to heal. An ankle support and several weeks later, it was better.
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