So, Friday at work, right after lunch, I slipped and fell. After much convincing from a friend and the office manager, I was wheeled over to the ER. While I was still convinced it was just a sprain and they would wrap it and send me on my way, I was told that I'd fractured my ankle on top of a really bad sprain. So, I have to meet with an orthopedic doctor next week and am stuck in a stupid boot and on crutches.
Needless to say, this sucks. This was also on my good foot. 4 or 5 years ago I was in a hit and run, which has left me with issues with my left foot. I'm worried about having to put my full weight on that foot. I also realized that my pain tolerance is stupidly high.
I kept up the big girl front up until the weight of the ice pack suddenly was painful, this was about an hour into my field trip. Once the pain set in, I cried and whined and really really wished I worked closer to home. While I wave wonderful friends that watched out for me while at work, I honestly wanted Shadow there. He's recovering from surgery himself and I'm about an hour and a half from home.
So I'm hoping that the specialist will say I'm fine and free me from the boot and crutches and that I can pretend this didn't happen.
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