Just as I walked into work this morning, I slipped and fell. Hands were full of bags so couldn't break my fall. My right foot was a bit tender initially, but I could walk on it with a slight limp. When I got up to heat up my lunch, I burst into tears it hurt so badly. I couldn't put an ounce of pressure on it and I've got lots of ounces of pressure to put.
No idea why, but I happened to have some extra strength tylenol in my bag so I took two of those and assured all my lovely coworkers who were super concerned that i was sitting there crying that I'd be fine.
After about half an hour of this, I called the doctor who'd treated me 2 years ago when i severely sprained my other ankle. They told me to come in for 2:30 and they'd squeeze me in. These ladies are all so lovely and supportive.
Well turns out I severely sprained the tendons along the outside of my foot. Left the office with an aircast - they tried the 'terminator boot' but I couldn't put any pressure on my foot with it on either -- and crutches. First time in my life I've had them and it's not pretty.
Managed to drive the short way home -- it's my accelorating and breaking foot -- without incident and then had to face the three flights of stairs. I grabbed only my cell phone and wallet... dbf is coming over after work to lug all my crap upstairs for me.
it took me about half an hour and lots of tears to get up those stairs. Ouch! but i made it, heated up lunch real quick so i could take the much needed cataflam, called my mom to let her know my latest medical drama (she's sending dad over with dinner later on -- did I say last post that she's THE BOMB!) and called my walking buddy to let her know that it's gonna be a while.
So clearly there was pain.... this was no joke.... but a lot of the tears shed today were just pity tears. Here I am, fully geared up and committed to starting this pre-op programme and BAM! no exercise for me for a while. Guess it just means I really have to buckle down and follow the prescribed eating plan and thank goodness that historically although exercise is good for me, hasn't really contributed to weight loss.
And I guess I was feeling sorry for myself because it's not looking likely that I'm going to be able to go to my good friend's 40th on satuday. it's a beach party that's starting at 2pm and going on until the last stragglers leave the next morning. I had planned on going for the earlier part of the day and spending as much time as possible in the ocean to avoid all the non-plan friendly foods, sodas and liquor that will be there.... now that the ocean part is not an option, i don't know that I want to tempt myself with the food and drink.
What do you guys think?
Ok... thanks for letting me rant.