babble
Thursday, November 03, 2005
Bring out the gimp:
So I spent my week in Boston talking about software, seemingly endlessly. I was going to pop down to NYC to visit some friends and make out with one or more of them, but instead I was exhausted so I decided to catch a flight home Wednesday instead of Thursday. As I was getting off the plane in Burbank last night, my mind filled with glorious thoughts of a nice shiraz and some good company, I stepped onto an uneven part of the last step on the stairs and my ankle went right out from under me. To say that I turned it would be a slight understatement. It was more like wrenching it at an extremely unnatural angle. I thought it was okay, just kinda painful and throbbing a bit, so I drove home. That 20 minute drive was fucking excruciating. My neighbor drove me to the ER so I could get it x-rayed and I spent a grand total of 6 hours there until they diagnosed me with either a bad sprain or a torn ligament. Then they gave me crutches, which are apparently very difficult to use if you're a giant fucking spazz like me, so I slipped and fell onto the bad ankle again. That ruled in almost the same way that 22 hours of labor ruled. Anyway, now I have a walker to help me hop around, thus finally proving to all you naysayers that I am indeed a dirty old lady. Don't hate.
The highlight? I was in the same room in the same ER where I took my big brother when he was here visiting in February. Yep. The dirty old lady was being treated in the pediatric room.
Update: I went to the orthopedic doctor today, and he gave me a new x-ray. Turns out I chipped a bone in addition to spraining the ankle, so I won't be traveling for at least a week or two. Now I have a leg brace and a super sexy cane. Now get over here and give momma a footrub, sugar.
babbled by Kat @ 11:01:00 PM |
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