I just wanted the day to pass quietly...smoothly...no drama. And the day was going so well. We called in sick to work and hung around together at home. We went shopping to return the chainsaw that wasn't working well and buy some flowers and other necessities. We stopped for ice cream on the way home. After coming home, Steve and Sam went to assemble the brand spanking new basketball hoop that was an impulse buy intended to spoil Sam silly. I went to plant some of the flowers purchased earlier. While digging and planting, I thought to myself how it had turned into the kind of day I had hoped. Quiet...smoothe...no drama. And then I took the step that changed the day...
I stepped out of the raised flower bed, landing on the edge of a paver brick. My sandal went one way and my foot went the other. Snap! And down I went. The burning sensation and the immediate swelling in my right foot caused me to scream for Steve. Now, I love my husband very much. But he is not an emergency type of guy. As I'm lying on the sidewalk in pain, he starts asking me questions. I, of course, respond with the very mature, "I want my mommy." This was, of course, followed by the very hysterical, "What the f*** did I do to deserve all this?!?!? I can't take anymore!!!!" Think I've reached the end of my sad sad tale of woe? Nope...
Fearing that he would not be able to lift my gigantic ass off the ground enough to successfully navigate me to the car, he called the ambulance. Two very nice (and strong) paramedics, Gary W. and Tim P., came to lift me up and haul me off to the hospital. A bumpy ride, three inquiries as to whether I could be pregnant (no, the humor was not lost on me), multiple swear words, and six x-rays later, I was sent home with an ace bandage and crutches. It isn't broken. Yay!
So here I sit...at the end of my proverbial rope. Steve and I had said that we wanted to have a small vacation where we didn't bury a child. Apparently we should have been a bit more specific. I would like a vacation where NOBODY is in pain, dies, goes to the hospital...what else should I add (just to cover my bases at this point)?
If you need to find me in the next few days, I'll be sitting here icing my foot and trying not to cry.
Just talked to a nurse from the hospital and she tells me the radiologist took a second look at my x-rays and there is a possible fracture/chip in there. Great...just great.
Give me chocolate now.