I fell. Not sure how I did it, or why it happened, but I fell down two steps and crashed into the cement sidewalk at the bottom. I saw stars. I wasn’t sure if I hurt myself or not, but all I could think about was Georgia needs her insulin. I need to be okay. Two women helped me. I shook myself off and said, “I’m fine.” I honestly thought that I was ok. Maybe I was in shock or just denial but I got on the highway and headed home. Traffic was awful and my 30 minute commute turned in to about 60 minutes. By the time I got home, I knew I was not okay. My ankle was so swollen that the shoe was practically cutting off circulation. I parked my car, got Georgia her insulin, and had my neighbor take me to the hospital.
Turns out, I fractured my 5th metatarsal in my left foot and also sprained that same ankle. OUCH. The treatment is 6 weeks in a cam walking boot WITHOUT bearing weight. (Such a tease!!!) I’m glad I am not in a plaster cast BUT I have to wear this contraption 23 hours and 40 minutes a day (I guess I only get 20 minutes to shower). It’s far from fun…..but Georgia seems to enjoy resting on it.
The ironic thing is that as I was walking out of work that day, I remember thinking, “Hey, I feel pretty good today.” Two second later and SPLAT I’m on the ground. No joke, the thought popped in my head and it was like karma slapped me down for getting cocky! So for the next 6 weeks my life will include a knee scooter and crutches. My joints are completely rebelling, I’m exhausted, and feel so run down. To be honest, I am fighting tremendous sadness over my situation.
To make matters worse, two days later, my dad has a medical emergency including choking on food, a mild heart attack and resulting aspiration pneumonia. As much as I hate what is going on with me, I hate what happened to him even more. The warrior he is, left the hospital after three days and headed straight to the polls. He is home now and feeling well. I wish I could have been with my parents to help out, but I had to focus on what was best for me physically when I found out he was going to be ok. I hate when I am not able to physically do things. I hate it so much.
So that is my sad story. It’s been a rough couple of days. Hoping for a positive change soon. I hope all of you are doing well.