Watch Your Step
Photo: The steps in my building. Hard marble steps may look nice, but they don’t feel so good when you fall flat on your ass!
I returned home late last night. I had my suitcase with me. It was heavy. I was tired. I was swinging the suitcase up a few stairs and then stepping up behind the suitcase. I got tot he second floor landing. I swung the suitcase, began to move upward, but the suitcase fell back ward and took me with in. In the blink of an eye I had fallen backward and landed (fortunately) on my right butt cheek.
After I recovered from the shock of falling, I started to get up and collect myself. Except that when I did, my right foot screamed at me. It was really sore and immediately swelled up a bit. I was on the second floor and I live on the 5th. OMG.
I started crying because the pain was quite bad and then I started cursing because I was angry that I had fallen. What a klutz!
I’m sure I spent more than 10 minutes in the echo-chamber stairwell. What I realized was that while I knew my neighbors were home, no one bothered to open their doors and come see what all the commotion was about.
I wiped my tears, took a deep breath and got me and my stupid suitcase up three more stories. Once inside, I cursed my non-helpful neighbors as I iced my ankle and shed a few more tears.
I went to sleep with my foot propped up on two pillows and managed to sleep that way all night. Good.
I also stayed home and worked from my sofa today, doing my best to not use my foot. It’s not too puffy, but it is super, super sore. I feel like I bruised it, perhaps the suitcase hit the top of it or something. It was a weird fall. I also have a nice bruise coming out on my butt cheek.
As much as it sucks to have this injured foot, I’m super grateful I didn’t crack my head open. No drama intended, but I could have bled to dead in the hallway, since my stupid neighbors couldn’t be bothered to even open their doors to see why someone was cursing like a sailor in the hallway!
Anywhoo, I should probably get this checked out, but the athlete in me says, “Suck it up and walk it off. It’s not broken.”
On the Bright Side,
They say that sometimes a severe sprain is worse than a clean break. Well, I’m beginning to agree with this. I still have the doctors’ words echoing in my head, “Why did you wait 10 days to see me?” Two tendons on both sides of my ankle were strained, and I have a contusion on the top of my foot. The internal bleeding was bad enough that my toes are green and purple. Yuck. I have a monster foot!
I would love to follow doctor’s orders and use the cane he gave me, but it seems so silly after not using one. I didn’t mind taping up my ankle, but after one shower, it complete became useless. I was told I could get it wet, but it just didn’t hold. The doctor wanted to give me a soft cast, but they just aren’t available in Vietnam.
I was supposed to go to a special pharmacy and buy my own cane this weekend, but I really don’t want to spend money on something I know I won’t use. I’m going to keep it elevated, keep icing it and trying to stay off of it. I know myself pretty well, and while this is the most serious injury I’ve ever had, it’s not so serious that I need casts and canes and regular physical therapy.
I’m a tough chick and while this is not fun, I can handle it.
Nearly three weeks after my fall, I still have a slight bit of swelling in my ankle which is worse at the end of a work day or like yesterday’s music festival where I stood most of the day. But I am committed to having this thing heal, because not only is it a big deal to not have your feet in order, but I don’t want to have continued issues with this ankle. I’m just surprised it’s taking so long! As I mentioned, this is the worst injury I’ve ever had, so the concept that this will likely take another three weeks to heal up is just mind-boggling! I want my right foot back!