Don’t worry, it wasn’t anything too serious! I was simply rushing around as usual on Saturday and just as I was getting down from my car (well, 12-seater kid mobile), my wedge sandal twisted and sent me plummeting to the curb, half in a bush, sprawled in an un-ladylike position. Yes, it hurt, but in typical Supermom fashion, I dusted myself off, poured rubbing alcohol on my wounds (I always have a supply in the car) and limped to the warehouse supermarket still determined to do my weekly grocery (which I did, amazingly).
Not such a good idea, because by the time I got home, my foot was in terrible pain. An advil later, I called my Mom who insisted that I get it checked in the emergency room just in case. She had two falls in the past 10 years which she ignored, and she later found that she had suffered a fracture. Years later it has affected her hip, resulting in an injury which they tell her now could mean surgery. Poor Mom.
So she came over and took me to the emergency room, which took ages and was not at all like I pictured it to be – with George Clooney and Noah Wyle in mad chaos, bloody victims everywhere. Maybe its because we live in a relatively quiet suburb, but the only other patients were a kid who had gotten the exact kind of sprain like me playing basketball and a middle-aged man who had stepped on a rusty nail (which he brought, in a rotten piece of wood- ugh!).
Luckily, the X-Ray results came out clear. I had suffered a mild-moderate sprained foot, which would heal on its own in a week or so. The doctor gave me a ice pack, bandaged my foot and sent us home with instructions of RICE, telling me to use a cane and take it easy. And because I am still nursing, I can’t even take pain killers. Oh well. As my Mom said, maybe this is God’s way telling me I need to take it easy and that my holidays-to-do-list can wait………this week at least.
Photo via P^2 – Paul
Originally posted on November 17, 2008 @ 7:31 am