So I kinda broke my ankle
Today went rather well until Pinuki made a sudden and particularly powerful pull while I was mid-step on a path of the bad mud. I slipped, fell sideways, and was mostly grateful my glasses and my face came out intact. (And dismayed. Quite dismayed.)
Then I tried to get up.
I managed to limp some 10, maybe 15m. I realized it was a horrible idea partway through, but had to keep going until I found something I could sit on. Then I called my mom, who was the one who figured out calling AM - who had to piggyback me out of there. (Good thing he's That Tall, and doesn't mind taking his tiny car to the edge of a literal cliff.)
I don't think it occurred to me I had nausea and cold sweat from the pain of moving on this leg; I thought it was combo having suddenly stopped moving after a long brisk walk in the cold, having not eaten well today, and shock. I did figure it out by the time we dropped Pinuki at home, moved me to my mom's car and were on the way to the emerg clinic - but I still thought it was a sprain.
I only started cluing in to something being Weird when the orthopedist poked at my calf and foot, and with the exception of the one point - which was all bone - nothing hurt. It was only a while later, after I got myself on the bed in the x-ray room at the ER-proper (to which the emerg-clinic doc sent us), that I properly realized that, yeah: this behaves as if I cracked that bone.
Then came the wait: up until that point we didn't have to wait more than a few minutes at any given stop, but we waited outside the orthopedy ER for a good number of hours. When we did get to the doc she was lovely, though, and the process of constructing the cast didn't hurt at all (which I was afraid of). One more round to x-rays to be sure the pose is good (the doc really liked what this second set looks like), and finally off home.
Where I had to get past an obnoxious number of stairs to actually get home, then made a walker out of a porch-chair until we can get me proper sticks. (I'd say the reduced mobility is the part I'm doing best with, but really that's the pain.)
But yeah. I kinda broke my ankle.
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Then I tried to get up.
I managed to limp some 10, maybe 15m. I realized it was a horrible idea partway through, but had to keep going until I found something I could sit on. Then I called my mom, who was the one who figured out calling AM - who had to piggyback me out of there. (Good thing he's That Tall, and doesn't mind taking his tiny car to the edge of a literal cliff.)
I don't think it occurred to me I had nausea and cold sweat from the pain of moving on this leg; I thought it was combo having suddenly stopped moving after a long brisk walk in the cold, having not eaten well today, and shock. I did figure it out by the time we dropped Pinuki at home, moved me to my mom's car and were on the way to the emerg clinic - but I still thought it was a sprain.
I only started cluing in to something being Weird when the orthopedist poked at my calf and foot, and with the exception of the one point - which was all bone - nothing hurt. It was only a while later, after I got myself on the bed in the x-ray room at the ER-proper (to which the emerg-clinic doc sent us), that I properly realized that, yeah: this behaves as if I cracked that bone.
Then came the wait: up until that point we didn't have to wait more than a few minutes at any given stop, but we waited outside the orthopedy ER for a good number of hours. When we did get to the doc she was lovely, though, and the process of constructing the cast didn't hurt at all (which I was afraid of). One more round to x-rays to be sure the pose is good (the doc really liked what this second set looks like), and finally off home.
Where I had to get past an obnoxious number of stairs to actually get home, then made a walker out of a porch-chair until we can get me proper sticks. (I'd say the reduced mobility is the part I'm doing best with, but really that's the pain.)
But yeah. I kinda broke my ankle.
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