Big pimpin limp

So wednesday at work I did something stupid and landed myself in the ER that night.

My stupidness was realized when I herd a pop snap and felt a rush of pain to my ankle and foot. I walked it off and went home. When I hit home I figured I would put it up and put some heat and ice on it. I then called my husband and told him what happened and that it was all swollen an bruised to see if his life long Foy injury list would help me figure out what to do.

I didn't think it was broken because I was able to walk on it. That was until I tried to get up to cook dinner! The pain in my foot was so bad that I fell to the floor with my first step. I managed to hop myself into the kitchen to prepare dinner. But that was a challenge in and of itself because I live in a freaking zoo and toy room. I'm not a very pleasant person when I'm on pain and I hate crying, but on my way back to lay on the couch, a baby kitten ran between my legs and I had to catch myself from falling with my already softball sized foot! I screamed and cried! I bit my tongue when I was about to yell at the girls about all their stupid crap laying around on the floor. So I crawled up the stairs to my bathtub and ran a hot bath because I was chattering my teeth from all the pain.

Aaron came home and found me balling my eyes out in the tub. He brought me a bucket of ice water to submerge my foot in and after about 10 minutes of screaming about that ( I hate cold things ) he said "ok that's enough we are going to the ER". I proceeded to tell him that it's not broken because I was walking on it after it happened and I don't see any bones protruding! He reminded me that it was swollen so bad that if there was a bone out of place only an X-ray would be able to tell and that I wasn't able to even touch it now without crying.

So we hopped in the truck and headed to the hospital. My sweet husband carried me from the truck to just inside the hospital doors and went to park. I thought to myself I could hop myself at least to the waiting room but every move I made hurt so bad. So i popped that leg up and just decided to shimmy over with just one foot. By the time I made it to the closest chair Aaron was there to pick me back up. My hero! Then after that they brought out a wheelchair and I was taken back to a room. This is why I love this place. I have never waited in the waiting room for longer that 2 minutes and I'm in and out in less time it takes for another ER to just check me in.

When the doctor came in he was fun and was making the girls laugh. He asked where it hurt and so I showed him the general area (my entire foot) and then he said something to the girls and I was just watching them and laughing with them and then, our of the blue he touched my foot and said does this hurt? The words "are you fuc?ing kidding me?!?!?!!!!!!" couldn't come out of my mouth because it went from smiling and laughing so pain screaming and tears.

He touched everywhere on my foot and found two parts that sent me over the edge, and said "well it seems like something's broken, let's get it X-rayed"
When the nurse wheeled me into the X-ray room she asked if there was any chance I would be pregnant. Geeeee add insult to injury. So I replied very loudly with "not unless a miracle has happened"! Poor girl didn't know me and didn't deserve to have me yell at her so I apologized and said that it's a sore subject. She smiled and said she understood. She helped me up on the X-ray table and told me what and how to place my foot. As soon as she went back to snap the picture my tremors started up. Great. She came back out and I said "you may want to take another because I was really shaky on that one" so she did.

Sometimes I feel like I need a medical bracelet or tablet just to let people know when I go to the hospital to tell them what medicines I'm allergic to and what all is wrong with me. And that's just so I can get my foot looked at.

Shortly after I was wheeled back in my room with my cheer leading team of a family, the doctor came in with the results and said "well I don't see a break but you look like you have had some past injuries that haven't been healed and some abnormal bone structures". Um I know I have funny feet but I've never injured my feet before. Well not that I know of. He proceeded to tell and show me the floating pieces of bones and that I have some torn ligaments/tendons and that my foot is severely sprained but not broken. He gave me an rx for pain killers and after looking at what it was I told him that I was allergic to all acetaminophen based products. He said "that sucks, how about ibuprofen ?", too which I said that works! He then said the nurse would vein with my post op shoe and to get some crutches when I fill my rx tonight.

Post op shoe? What is thaaaaohmygod! Ha ha seriously? Well ok.

So after running all around town to find a drug store that was open. My sweet husband filled my rx and got my crutches for me. He then helped me all night long. Superhusband! He needs his own cape with SH on it! Ha ha that looks funny. Anyways. He even tucked some pillows in the foot of the bed and got my pjs on for me. Tucked me in bed and held my hand all threw the nights because I couldn't be cuddled!


I took the next day off and I felt a little better. I slept almost all day popping my ibuprofen like it was candy. But by the end of the day I was a pro at my crutches and even drove a block to Walmart to get things the girls needed for lunch the next day.

Stupid person without any injury this next paragraph/rant is for you! Don't take something that you don't need just because your lazy! I needed that damn motorized cart. Instead I got the falling apart wheelchair that kept slamming my foot into everything at the store. And when I passed you and slammed into you, that was on purpose so I did not apologies! I saw you put that cart away while I was in the check out lane and I saw you race your son to the car because it was too windy. You are thoughtless and selfish and yes I do wish this pain on you!

Now that another day has almost passed I feel a lot more mobile. I still have a lot of pain but I am managing. It seems like everyone who has asked me today what happened to my foot, doesn't really want to hear my answere but they do want to tell me about how something like this happened to them. So here's what I would like to say to that. When you were in that situation that you feel like you need to share with me, did you give two $hits about what people said about their past injuries to you? Because although I might be interested about what happened to you, please don't try and tell me about it WHILE I'm in this situation, because I see myself recovering super fast, and when you tell me it took yours almost 6 months to completely heal, that doesn't make me want to feel bad for you, it makes me want to hit you!

All in all I feel good! And I think that I for sure have super self-healing. So after this weekend I'm sure I will e in top notch condition! But in the mean time, don't be surprised if I think of something funny to say about myself and text it to you or post it on my twitter or Facebook. Below ate some things I have already texted people:

1. I had someone in my past that used to call me "cripple" I haven't talked to him in over 12 or so years. I hear from him recently, and now look. He jinxed me.

2. "Ha ha I just thought of something as I sit here looking at my crutch and thinking about the Christmas tree we are puting up tomorrow.... I WILL BE TINY TIM ( hill) for Christmas"

3. "I walk with a limp not because I'm gimp but because I'm pimp!"
To which my mom replied with "You're a dork & not even from New York!!!"
To which I replied with "I love that. Can I wear your smart hat?"