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.