Leave it to me to spend my morning in the urgent care after attacking myself with a stool. It really is quite simple. Last night, while doing my stocking job at Build-A-Bear, instead of bending down to lift the step stool over the runners for the shelves, I used my right foot to kind of jump it over and crashed it into the inner ankle bone of my left foot. I just about brought myself to tears at that point, but went on with my job. I did tell the manager about it at that point in time just because I couldn't believe I had done it (and in truth, I have done this before - what can I say, I can be a very slow learner). I knew it was still hurting as we walked out to our cars, but figured it was no big deal. This morning I woke up and could barely put pressure on my foot. All I could think was "I am supposed to close again tonight."
So, after finishing my copies for sharing time tomorrow, I headed to the closest urgent care. This is not the first time I have had to explain the idiotic things I have done - trying to tear the baby toe off of my foot by attaching it to the handle of my dresser drawer (I'm still trying to figure out why I had my foot up that high), falling up and down my stairs, hitting a wall when trying to hit my little brother, and the list goes on. It doesn't make you feel any less stupid when you explain it.
End result - unless the radiologist sees something different, no cracks or fractures, thank goodness. Just a contusion/sprain. I get to do ice and elevation and Ibuprofen and wear a lovely ankle brace for a week in order to add pressure on it (that's the part I am not really a fan of because that's what's making it hurt right now). This also meant I had to call in for tonight and say I couldn't come in. Fortunately, it was the same manager I had worked with last night, so she knew the story and I didn't have to explain what had happened, but I still felt stupid. And now I'll get to have to explain my brace throughout the week. Maybe I can figure out a better story - although then I'd never keep it straight. It's always best to tell the truth. (Now I just need to figure out the mystery of why my temperature was 100 when I am feeling just fine.)
I guess I should go do my elevation/ice treatment again.
2 comments:
Ouch! That story hit a little too close to home, because I have had a "chair" incident this year myself. I am still trying to grow a normal toe nail. I hope that it feels better soon. And just to confess, I did cry when my accident happened. Luckily there were no other adults around. Good luck.
That is dreadful! I like you how put it though attacking yourself with a stool. You have a great sence of humor during a little trial. Hang in there and enjoy the time off. Love the blog!
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