Thursday evening, I had just cleaned and reorganized Anna and Noah’s closet. I came downstairs and made brownies, placed them in the oven. I looked outside and noticed it was raining. A beautiful soft shower, but heavy with the softest little drops you’ve ever seen. It was so pretty. I decided to take my flowers that were hanging on my porch and place them in the rain. I went into the garage to get a plant stand, because of the nature of this pot, the flowers hang over the sides, so just simply placing them on the ground wouldn’t work without damaging the flowers.
I quickly found what I was looking for and went back into the house, walked through the kitchen, down the hall and into the foyer where I opened the front door. I stepped down onto the porch, my left hand on the door knob and landed directly on my right ankle. The fall, caused me to slam the door and drop the plant stand. I landed a few feet from the door. I immediately knew I had caused significant damage to my ankle. I knew I was unable to stand. I pulled myself to the door and knocked on it, Anna answered and started yelling for Brian.
Brian quickly came out and stood me up, I then hopped to the couch and watched my ankle grow. After a few minutes we took my shoe off and continued to watch. (we immediately iced and elevated)
I knew I had to get to the emergency room, so we sorta scrambled getting someone here to watch the kids so Brian could take me. (in the meantime, my ankle continue to swell. It was relentless.) Luckily, Lynette, then my parents came to the rescue.
We made it to the ER, the only people there, x-rays were taken without 15 minutes after our arrival and they didn’t see any fractures. As of right now, it’s a severe sprain with possible torn tendons or ligaments. I see a doctor this week.
In the meantime, I’m on crutches, I can’t walk, I can’t do anything except sit. I’m on day three and this is no longer fun or cute. It’s annoying and I’m losing my mind. I hate not being able to get my own coffee or change diapers or do laundry. Mostly I hate having to ask someone to do those things for me.
I’m on crutches for at least a week. If it’s longer, I will, without a doubt, lose.my.mind.
But here’s a pretty picture of my ankle for you taken at the emergency room. The swelling is more spread out now, through my toes, etc. And the coloring is more blue.
I guess I’ll be around my blog more often.