Bruises, Aches and Sprainz

So I sprained my ankle.

It hurts.

The Story:

ScottyBomb and I were spending a lovely evening at the home of Jugglepants and TheatreMommy. It was to be a night of games, fun, visiting and a fussy two year old. It was a very hot day and so we decided after dinner to have the games in the cool basement where the little one could watch Shrek and we could all sit in comfort. Right near the bottom of the stairs, instead of landing flat on my foot, I landed sideways, putting all my weight on my right ankle and consequently dropping like a brick. My glass of wine went flying and landed all over me. I didn't care much at the time due to the extreme amount of pain I was experiencing. By the time Shrek was on his way to Duloc, I (with a lot of assistance) made it to the couch. By the time Shrek made it to the castle to save the princess, the pain had not subsided; it was decided that I needed medical assistance. So off we went to the Emergency Room.

TheatreMommy, being a mother, did two wonderful things:
1) She stayed home with Shrek and the wee one.
2) She packed us a bag of things to do while we waited.

And it was well-packed too. Plays to read, books to read, a card game, a laptop...

Of course, now Murphy's Law would dictate that because we had so much stuff to do, we'd be in and out rather quickly. It took about an hour. Pretty quick by most emergency room standards.

The very nice resident doctor came in and looked at my very swollen foot, poked around it to find out where the pain was, and explained that because of the Ottawa Ankle Rules I didn't need an x-ray and that it was clearly just a sprain. (I said the the Ottawa Ankle Rules would be an excellent name for a rock band.) He said I should keep using the muscle and do all the other stuff you need to do to a sprain (keep it up, wrap it, ice it, etc). I was already feeling better; I walked out of there under my own power. Slowly, mind you; but still my own power.

We stopped for ice cream on the way back and even managed to get in an episode of Doctor Who.

I was able to drive myself home that night. But it took me 15 minutes to get out of bed the next morning. It took a while for my ankle to take any weight after being unused for so long. I was late for work, but I feel I had a valid reason! ;)

I've been doing really well since then. I'm almost walking like a regular human and I can wiggle my toes without them hurting anymore.

The bruises are quite nasty, though. Dark and purple down by my toes and on each side of my heel. Feels better; looks worse. Go figure.

And of course, EVERYONE at work has to ask me why I'm hobbling around the office. But my one co-worker said the strangest thing to me... I was relating the whole tale to her and when I got to the part where my friends insisted I go to a doctor she said:

"Of course they would, what with the liability and all."

...

I know, I was stunned too. My friends wanted me to go to the doctor because the cared about my well-being, not because they were worried I might sue them. Which I wouldn't, of course. The thought hadn't even crossed my mind until she said something.

I don't know who she surrounds herself with, but neither my friends (any of my friends) nor I are that shallow.

I don't even want to think about it.

But extra Thanks and Love to you three for looking after me so well that evening!
*Hugs and Kisses*


And the worst part is... It was a perfectly good glass of wine!!