Well, it didn’t. Dammit. And when I stood up, my right ankle hurt. A lot.
I threw the recycling in the dumpster and hobbled to my car. I had to sit for a few minutes to let the pain in my foot and knee quiet down. When it finally did, I drove in to work. When I got to the office, I checked out my knee. I had a small scrap and a large bruise. I put ointment and a bandage on my knee.
Everything seemed okay and I was walking normally for the first two hours of the workday, but after 10:30, the pain sharpened and my foot started swelling.
Now, you’d think I’d take a trip up to the ER with this development. Not me. Stubborn little me hates going to the doctor unless absolutely necessary. Yes, I suppose this could’ve been deemed necessary, but I wasn’t going to the emergency room at the hospital I work at. I used to go to this hospital for my primary care, but I wasn’t happy with neither the treatment nor the physicians. I switched to a different clinic and hospital about 20 years ago and I would drive 10 miles to go there before I’d walk up a flight or two where I worked.
I did, however, walk up one flight to the nurse’s station for an ice pack. Office closed, no one there. Crap. I walked back downstairs to the office and each step was worse than the one before it.
When the managers noticed I was walking pretty wobbly, I told them what happened. One of them missed the part about this happening at home, because she asked if we needed to fill out paperwork again. I told her no, we didn’t need to, this happened before I got to work and I wasn’t going through that crap again. I think I said the last part a little too sharply. But after the worker’s comp experience for my concussion, I was none too excited to do it again.
At 2:00, I went up to the nurse’s station a second time and luckily, a nurse was there and she had an ice pack. I went back to my desk, tucked the pack in my sock, rested my foot on a box under my desk and left the ice pack on my foot for an hour and a half. Glad I did, I walked out of the hospital slower than normal at the end of the day, but I walked out on my own. Good sign, right?
That night, I soaked in Epsom salt bath and yesterday was all about ice packs and propping up my foot.
I went outside this morning and took a better look at the dip, turns out there’s two, in fact, they look suspiciously like tire tracks. The management office confirmed it – they were caused by the garbage truck and they’re looking into why the ruts are there.
Today, walking down stairs didn’t hurt; my foot just felt a little thick. I’ve been walking on it around my apartment and so far, it feels fine. As I type this, I have a towel full of ice wrapped around my foot.
I think this was just a sprain – for which I’m very grateful, it could’ve been much worse. I could have a cast on my foot or be in the hospital. Neither of which are pleasant sounding options.
Work tomorrow will be interesting and by interesting, I mean I wonder how I’ll do with all the walking and standing. I expect my feet will still be a little swollen. I’m bringing a pair of sandals to wear in the office and another pair of shoes to wear outside of the office and around the hospital. I would love not to go to work, but absenteeism is strictly frowned upon.
I’ll give my foot lots of TLC and ice – especially ice. Within a week or two, I’m confident I’ll be back on my feet again.