Sorry I haven't written in a while. Been a bit preoccupied.
We will begin our saga last Thursday night where I fell coming out of Bob and Laura's apartment. I have been singing with my Laurel on Thursday again...trying to boost up my Apprentice MoJo. Thank goodness Bob comes out to watch me walk to my car. Coming down the stairs, I was trying to make sure my Beth Patterson cd didn't fall from it's precarious position in the crook of my arm, when I managed to miss the bottom three concrete steps. I came down on my left foot (well the TOP of my left foot), which left me sprawled on the ground screaming. Bob came out (see above reason), and shortly thereafter Laura did.
They got me back into their apartment. Let me tell you, if you want to get hurt (ok that just sounds weird), do it at their house. Or don't...sorry guys....but I really do have the best friends. Bob got me back in the house and within 5 minutes had the foot wrapped, medication administered, and my right knee (which is majorly cut up) cleaned and bandaged. About 15 minutes later, I realized it was getting really bad and we headed off the the ER. See Laura's post about the 6 hour wait and the wonderful nurse suggesting the Nighttime Pediatrics Care (and adult care too!). They had me in immediately. They took an x ray (which I am now finding out wasn't a "real" xray....), and diagnosed a sprained ankle and gave me some crutches. Bob and Laura got me home.
Stayed home from work on Friday.....spent the day dragging myself around the apartment trying to get it ready for my Dad, Cindy and half brother to come into town. Oh yeah, did I mention having company with a sprained ankle....yum. Tara was wonderful Friday evening. She drove me around to get Brandon, my prescription (and some groceries) and helped move some heavy stuff around the apartment. Id rove to pick up Dad and Cindy at the airport and collapsed.
Saturday was the party (but in the meantime I spent the day on crutches driving around to get the last remaining items for the Poison Ivy costume for Bob's Party. Laura promised that if I still came to the party I could get set up in the comfy chair downstairs and relax. Well, I got bored and started moving around, but was reminded to "Sit to Fight".
Yeah, did I mention Night on the Town a week from this Saturday that I have been training for since September....sigh......
Anyway, the party was amazing...had a great time. Once again the party of the year has outdone itself. Amazing time.
Sunday we went into DC for the circus. I was on my crutches for the long haul but tried to get around without them when I wasn't going long distances. Had dinner at a great Tapas restaurant across the street from the Verizon Center.
Monday I attempted to go into work with the crutches for the long walk from the car tot he office but for some reason was amazingly clumsy and managed to trip and catch myself on the stairs WITH MY BAD FOOT! Sigh.
Finished up my visit with my family that night (they flew out Tuesday afternoon). It was great to see them again and they liked my apartment. I miss them. Tuesday I tried to do work without the crutches, which was a big mistake. I walked way to much (long walks form car to office nd back again). I was supposed to go to practice and do some chair/blade work, but I couldn't even imagine going up and down the three flights of stairs to my apartment, in the car, out of the car, across the school, etc....I had Brandon as well because Greg was out of town for work, so that added a whole new walking element to the equation.
Sigh...so I am at work (with crutches this time), but my wonderful co worker brought me in a cane for use around the office. Crutches for long distances, cane for short ones.
I have a doctor's appointment Friday to see what I am doing right / wrong/ and what the chances of me fighting at NOTT are. Quite frankly the idea of those short stops, starts and lunges on uneven ground makes me cringe, but if I am feeling better why not....
So if you are still reading this (wow, long post), and have sprained something...give it to me straight......What are my chances.....? How long am I supposed to have it wrapped? I tried to keep it unwrapped last night and it is killing me this morning. Tara brought me over her air cast.....How long should I be on these crutch things?