When I started his blogging thing a few months ago it was my goal to post at least once a week. Clearly I haven't done that…. but for good reason, nothing exciting happens to me! Until today, today was a terrible, awful, no good, very bad day.
It started off great, I finished up the diaper cake I was taking to a very dear friends baby shower, had my car loaded with some last minute items to take over to the shower and I was on my way out the door with the diaper cake in hand. On my way out Kevin had asked me if I thought it was slick outside, and it definitely wasn't. It was going to be a high of 49 degrees today! Of course it wasn't slick. Except for that one spot. That one spot that I stepped on. I slipped…. When I say I slipped, I don't just mean that my feet went out from under me and I landed on my bumm hard… My new, expensive and not quite healed leg bent backward, it made this awful popping sound and there was some sort of tearing sound or feeling. I'm not quite sure what I heard or felt because it happened so fast, but I did know one thing. The pain that I was feeling was uncontrollable. My first reaction was to start screaming: screaming for help, screaming because of the pain, screaming because for some reason I thought that it helped take some of the pain away. I'm honestly shocked that the neighbors didn't come out of their homes because of the ruckus I was making. This was something I have never felt before and if I never felt it again in life that would be just fine with me.
Kevin was at the door and had watched this all happen, he came running out and tried to get me up. There was absolutely NO WAY that I was going to stand up. I told him to just call the ambulance. He said I had to stand up and get out of the ice, I told him I had to go to the hospital. So he ran inside to grab the keys. When you are in this kind of pain I swear, time moves so slowly. It felt like an eternity before he came back. One of our neighbors who has a medical background did come out, he said that if I couldn't walk on it that something was probably broken. So off to the Emergency Room we went. Let me tell you what, I think that EVERYONE was out for a Sunday stroll this morning. Again, it felt like an e-ter-nit-y before we got to the ER, we managed to hit every red light the entire way.
The Manhattan ER was awesome, they were so calm and kind and caring and gave me a warm blanket (my jeans were soaked in freezing water at this point), they gave me some pain pills and sent me off to X-Ray. After we got all of the tests run on my leg the doctor comes in and says to me "So, tell me exactly what they did to you in your surgery 3 months ago, because to me it looks like they cut your leg in half"… Another prime opportunity missed to say "What?!?!? They cut my leg in half? I just went in to have a scope done!"But I didn't… Good news was that they did not see any additional damage done to my leg (because you can see that in an x-ray?), bad news was that the nurse came in to take me to have a plaster cast done on my ankle. She told me that I was going to have to be non weight bearing again until I could see a doctor later this week and have it looked at again. Are you kidding me?!?!? I JUST got off of my crutches completely, I was NOT going to go through this again….
I negotiated with the doctor for an air cast, with the guarantee I would have it looked at again this next week. So they wrapped me up, put on my splint and finally sent me on my way. I've spent the rest of the day in bed, I can feel the pain pills wear off and it sends me over the edge. Nothing like getting your medical deductible for the year out of the way within the first two weeks of the year:)
While this was such an awful day, I count my blessings, it could have been soooo much worse. I am so lucky that Kevin was home and that nothing was broken. I'm hoping that whatever tore or popped was just scar tissue breaking. When I feel I bent my leg in ways it hasn't bent for three months….
I'll find out more this week, but for now it is just rest and some more rest….
