As you can see, that's a recipe for disaster.
Out of nowhere, the world was upside down and I was falling head over heels down the stairs. I thankfully caught myself before reaching the hardwood floor at the bottom but knew immediately this wasn't just a scare. My left ankle was swollen to the size of a tennis ball.
I am not a crier. Okay, that's a lie. I'm sentimental and books & movies make me cry. But real tears? When I'm hurt or scared? Nearly never. I laid on those stairs and sobbed. I couldn't stop and to this day I can't remember when I've ever cried that hard.
Friends, adrenaline is a powerful thing. I managed to hobble from the staircase to the kitchen, kennel my roommate's dog, grab some frozen vegetables, and make my way back to the living room couch. When I laid down and elevated my foot, reality set in along with her best friend, panic. I have never had any kind of injury or illness that required medical treatment in my life. Currently without insurance, this was naturally the best possible time to break a 27 year streak.
I fell around 9:30pm and let me say - that was the longest night of my life. I didn't have an ace bandage, pain relievers, or crutches in the house. I'm a side or stomach sleeper and trying to lay flat on my back on the couch, with my ankle elevated above my heart and without jostling it...that didn't make for a restful night's sleep.
I'm probably going to write a few posts about this journey, just to help me process. And maybe to be of some help to someone else googling around the internet with their own broken ankle questions.
|Day 1 - RICE. Frozen veggies for ice and a dish towel secured with bobby pins acting as a makeshift ace bandage.|