On Saturday afternoon, Tim and I took Miles out for a walk. On the way back, I slipped on a pile of wet leaves. I went down pretty hard. Naturally, I started to cry, of course. My left foot and right wrist were pretty banged up, but I was able to walk fine.
Throughout the afternoon, it was mostly fine. My foot was bothering me a little, but wasn’t too bad. Ryan and April came over, and we were hanging out, and I noticed my foot was killing me. It REALLY hurt. I kept complaining to Tim, but he said it was fine. After a while, I got up to go to the bathroom, and I almost fell over. I couldn’t put any weight at all on my foot without excruciating pain. April later told me that I just looked at Tim with straight pain in my eyes. I started tearing up because it hurt so bad. I had to do the butt scoot down the stairs because I couldn’t use my left foot at all.
Fortunately, Urgent Care is open until 10 p.m., and we got there a little bit after 9. My foot was now throbbing regardless of what I was or wasn’t doing. I was in so much pain. Fortunately, I have crutches leftover from my last stress fracture, so I took those with me, and they helped immensely. The nurses took me back pretty quickly, I got weighed (94 lbs, so that is probably inaccurate.), and then went back for X-rays. After I was done there, I asked the girl giving X-rays if she saw anything, and she said she doesn’t read them (which I knew), but she didn’t see anything that stood out.
Tim and I were taken back to a room, and I couldn’t stop crying. I was in so much pain. Even just laying completely still had me gritting my teeth. My foot was just aching. I also kept googling things like broken foot and sprained foot, and seeing the wild range of recovery dates. Everything from days to months and months.
Eventually, a doctor came in and told me it was broken. The floodgates opened. I really didn’t think it was broken because it didn’t hurt immediately after the fall, it took hours for the pain to kick in. The doctor pulled up my X-rays to show me where it was broken, but she couldn’t find the spot. She went out to double check and realized she had mixed me up with another patient’s X-rays. Holy shit.
She touched a few parts on my foot, and some where so painful, I started crying, I couldn’t help it. Everything was just so swollen and hurting so badly. She said it’s probably just a bad sprain, and asked if I wanted painkillers. I am not one to take medicine, Tim and I don’t even have ibuprofen in the house, but I was in so much pain, I needed it.
I hobbled out of there with a ace bandage and a prescription, and we went to the 24-hour CVS to pick it up.
We got home around 11:30, and Tim dropped me off because there was no parking on our street. I literally had to crawl in the front door (I must have looked very drunk to any bystanders.). It hurt so bad to move it at all, I was sobbing crying. I then crawled upstairs and crawled into the bathroom. I just felt so pathetic and so helpless. It took me forever to get changed into my pajamas, and Tim and I slept on the second-floor pullout couch (not comfortable), because we don’t have a bathroom on our bedroom floor. He is a saint, remind me of that next time I am annoyed he didn’t unload the dishwasher.
Every time I woke up to pee (a lot), I had to use crutches to get to the bathroom, but my foot eventually stopped throbbing.
Sunday was depressing, I missed running with my friends. But I found a YouTube workout channel for people with ankle/foot issues and did 50 minutes of working out. At least it was something, you know? The good news is that I was able to put weight on my foot and walk (slowly) without crutches. I am not even sure if it’s a sprain or just badly bruised. The swelling has gone down too. It was still bad, just not as bad.
Tim and I went to the SU alum brunch, and basically spent $26 to hang out with Ashley and Amanda with a buffet and open bar. It was awesome.
We spent the rest of the day doing stuff around the house. It was the first day that I didn’t get 10K steps this year. That was one of my goals, but I think it was worthwhile to skip it yesterday.
Today? My foot feels fine, a little sore, but really fine. The whole thing is so bizarre.
Fun fact: This was the sixth time Tim has had to take me to the UC/ER in four years.
And here is the update I started writing before I ended up in the urgent care.
It cracks me up that Miles sits like a person.
On Friday, I met Shelley and Sloane for some drinks and gabbing. I haven’t seen either of them in a while, so it was nice to catch up. I only stayed for two drinks, then left to go home and eat because I was getting hungry. Tim and I had dinner alongside The Blacklist, which was very underwhelming. There are still three more episodes, so hopefully it’ll improve.
I read for a bit, did some laundry and then went to bed. It was a very exciting evening.
On Saturday, I ran a few miles, then went to meet Jim, Jill and Mike for another few. Jill, Mike and I all showed up in the same shirt, completely unplanned. If only Jim had worn his too.
Post-run and shower, Tim and I ran a bunch of errands, including looking at cars. We are probably going to trade in Tim’s car relatively soon. Looking at cars is tiring, I really don’t care, as long as it’s not a piece of crap. It was such a productive day though.
And right after that, we took the dog for a walk…