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onemuseleft) wrote2006-02-07 12:48 am
onemuseleft) wrote2006-02-07 12:48 am
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Further evidence that I am just about the least graceful person alive:
I was outside last night, walking back to the house. It was dark, there were no streetlights, and I was wearing heels.
I bet you can see where this is going, right?
About two hundred feet away from the entrance to the community where Sonnet and Laura live, I managed to step into a pothole. The heel of my shoe slid out from under me and I fell, but I managed to catch myself with my other foot. For all of two seconds. The heel of the shoe went left, my foot went straight down, and my ankle went right with a worrisome cracking sound. Needless to say I fell.
It took about half an hour just to haul myself over to the curb (no sidewalks or shoulder, and the grass on the side of the road dropped straight down into a rather deep ditch, so I'd been walking on the side of the road) and get myself upright. The left ankle was kind of sore, but the right one hurt like a bitch. You know all those books and movies where the heroine or whoever falls, and they ask "Can you walk?" and she says "Sure" then puts weight on her injured ankle and promptly collapses, howling like a baby? Yeah, that was me. Only I managed to avoid the howling like a baby part. I made it back to the house - probably about four hundred feet, altogether, and most of it a rather steep uphill climb - slowly, and by the time I got to the house I was in so much pain I just crawled into bed and thought about the benefits of hiring people to carry me everywhere in a covered litter.
I don't know if it was the pain, or being outside in the cold, sitting on the concrete for so long, or what, but I could not stop shivering all night. My teeth were chattering even though I had on sweatpants and socks and a long sleeved shirt, as well as two thick blankets. I didn't get much sleep, and by the time morning came around, I was in so much pain that I was almost in tears. I tried to get up once to go to the bathroom and the pain was so bad I almost threw up. Laura woke up and just about saved my life by getting me painkillers and a bag of ice for my ankle, and I managed to fall asleep for a couple hours after that.
When I woke up this morning my ankle was about as thick around as my knee, though the swelling has gone down a bit. If it doesn't get easier to move, I'm going to have to go in for X-rays. *makes face* I'm not looking forward to that at all.
Anyway, I think this probably ties with the time I woke up in the middle of the night, didn't realize my leg was asleep, got out of bed, fell and wrenched my shoulder trying to catch myself. Only after that I could at least walk, so maybe this is worse.
In happier news, I got to see Megan and Molly, and I have DuckTales DVDs to entertain me while I'm laid up.
I was outside last night, walking back to the house. It was dark, there were no streetlights, and I was wearing heels.
I bet you can see where this is going, right?
About two hundred feet away from the entrance to the community where Sonnet and Laura live, I managed to step into a pothole. The heel of my shoe slid out from under me and I fell, but I managed to catch myself with my other foot. For all of two seconds. The heel of the shoe went left, my foot went straight down, and my ankle went right with a worrisome cracking sound. Needless to say I fell.
It took about half an hour just to haul myself over to the curb (no sidewalks or shoulder, and the grass on the side of the road dropped straight down into a rather deep ditch, so I'd been walking on the side of the road) and get myself upright. The left ankle was kind of sore, but the right one hurt like a bitch. You know all those books and movies where the heroine or whoever falls, and they ask "Can you walk?" and she says "Sure" then puts weight on her injured ankle and promptly collapses, howling like a baby? Yeah, that was me. Only I managed to avoid the howling like a baby part. I made it back to the house - probably about four hundred feet, altogether, and most of it a rather steep uphill climb - slowly, and by the time I got to the house I was in so much pain I just crawled into bed and thought about the benefits of hiring people to carry me everywhere in a covered litter.
I don't know if it was the pain, or being outside in the cold, sitting on the concrete for so long, or what, but I could not stop shivering all night. My teeth were chattering even though I had on sweatpants and socks and a long sleeved shirt, as well as two thick blankets. I didn't get much sleep, and by the time morning came around, I was in so much pain that I was almost in tears. I tried to get up once to go to the bathroom and the pain was so bad I almost threw up. Laura woke up and just about saved my life by getting me painkillers and a bag of ice for my ankle, and I managed to fall asleep for a couple hours after that.
When I woke up this morning my ankle was about as thick around as my knee, though the swelling has gone down a bit. If it doesn't get easier to move, I'm going to have to go in for X-rays. *makes face* I'm not looking forward to that at all.
Anyway, I think this probably ties with the time I woke up in the middle of the night, didn't realize my leg was asleep, got out of bed, fell and wrenched my shoulder trying to catch myself. Only after that I could at least walk, so maybe this is worse.
In happier news, I got to see Megan and Molly, and I have DuckTales DVDs to entertain me while I'm laid up.