Oh, Snap! Literally.

Well, it wasn't exactly a snap.  More like an "Oof" followed by an "Ow, ow, ow!"  I was running with the dog last night, and while the blind animal who was moving at break neck speed managed to do just fine, I stepped on a break in the pavement, rolled my foot sideways and ended up in the emergency room.  Oh, how I love sitting in the ER waiting room in the middle of flu season.  Not.  If I'd known yesterday morning I was going to have to show my foot to medical personnel I would have gotten a pedicure.  At the very least, I would have taken a lotion bath.

Anyway, three hours later I was out of there with a torn ligament diagnoses and a prescription for pain medication.  And instructions to stay off that foot as much as possible in the coming days.  No running for at least two weeks.  They gave me a lovely stabilizing shoe, too.  The nurse didn't fully appreciate my Jimmy Choo joke, but Teen Angel did.  As usual, we were pretty amused by ourselves.  Until I got up off that hospital bed and tried walking on my foot toward the exit.  Ooh, I haven't seen stars like that since I whacked my head on an overhead shelf in college and almost knocked myself out.  I popped two Extra Strength Tylenol the minute I hit the truck for the ride home.

It was better this morning, but a couple of hours of limping around at work, quickly showed me that swelling is just a heartbeat away.  My toes looked like sausages by 10am so I took my fanny home and found a place on the sofa.  Right in front of the ottoman.  And that's where I spent the afternoon icing and elevating.  The upside?  I got to watch the NCAA tournament.  RACERS!!!! 

I am temporarily using Hubby's old crutches.  The lowest height they will go is 5'10".  I'm 5'6", so I'm swinging like a six year old on those things.  You need callouses on your armpits to use those things, don't you?  Sheez.  I shouldn't need them but for a day or two, so I'll tough it out, but I can't wait to get off the disabled list.  You see, I've never had a sprain, a broken bone or any kind of real injury.  I've never had major surgery, and the only time I've been hospitalized was when I gave birth to Teen Angel, so I'm not used to being a patient.  I don't like it.  At all.  However, I should be up to speed soon.  In the meantime, I'm staking out the couch, arm chair coaching and modeling the best in footwear.