So, last Tuesday I fell and broke my ankle. I was crossing the street, just got off the bus, almost to work, and then suddenly my left ankle rolled out from under me and I was stunned and on the ground in the middle of the road. Luckily there were people who saw me fall, and waited around, stopped the car that wanted to keep doing, and made sure I was okay. Well not okay, but not hit by a car.
I know that I
have weak ankles so I keep an elastic compression ankle brace in my
backpack so I always have one with me. I put it on and limped the rest
of the way to work, which was not too far, as I was at the intersection
of the shopping center. I realized pretty quickly that it was probably
broken, and when I reached the store, and the manager let me in, I told
her right away "I need to go to the doctor, I fell and I think I broke
She gave me a concerned but skeptical look and had me
remove my shoe and brace. She had me put an ice pack on it, and after a
bit she concluded it was probably a severe sprain. One of my coworkers
was kind enough to take my to my doctor who works through an urgent care
Dr C did three xrays from the back, a 45 degree angle,
and the side and concluded that it was a very bad sprain with a hairline
fracture. He asked me how it happened and when I explained the angle
that my foot rolled he was sure that it was fractured from hitting the
pavement, when the tendons and ligaments gave way.
After a week
I'm wondering if there is not much more soft tissue damage than
initially thought. I have 800mg motrin and about a days worth of vicodin
left. I'm still in a bunch of pain even with the pain relief but this
morning I was in more pain than I have been since I first fell. I was
having serious difficulty getting moving when my alarm went off, and
I've had a fever on and off since about 2 days after the injury.
woke up white as a sheet, in agonizing pain and feeling like I was
going to be sick all over the place. I was still struggling to find the
strength to climb out of my loft bed when Osaka poked her head in and
turned on the light to check on me. I told her that I felt terrible and I
wasn't sure if I could get out of bed let alone get dressed and go to
work. She looked at me hard and agreed, telling me that I looked
terrible and should call out and rest, try to settle my stomach, get my
temperature down, and rest. I started to argue, but I just didn't have
the strength and honestly most of the time she's right about this sort
of thing. I wake up feeling crappy lots of mornings, but generally push
through it, go to work and up up doing okay. This was not one of those
I texted my store manager, and the opening manager,
letting them know that I had a fever, and would not be able to come in,
as I could not keep down my pain meds, and could not function without
them. Then I took some pepto, ate some bread, took my pills and curled
up on the sofa with a bucket and waited.. and fell asleep apparently. I
woke up about 1pm ravenous, still in agonizing pain, and still pretty
damned nauseous. I took another pepto pill, and more pain killers, and
Wotan (Osaka's brother who came into town this last Wednesday) took me
to get some lunch, and brought me back home.
I've spent about a
week feeling listless, sore, and weak. When I'm sitting and resting I
feel mostly fine, but the minute I get up and start to try and move, the
world spins and my ankle shoots pain up my leg, and I try not to get
sick all over the place.
I know the bone is broken and that
there is alot of soft tissue damage but this is just ridiculous. I can't
handle this and I'm almost out of hydrocodone. I have enough for
tomorrow, and plenty of motrin for after that but I'm barely functioning
with both and I am really concerned about how I'm going to get through
the next several weeks of healing. It took nearly a year for this ankle
to heal last time it got jacked up.
I'm so tired and frustrated.