Say what? I have a broken ankle!….Now what?

Say what? I have a broken ankle!….Now what?

 

Yep! Almost 3 weeks ago, I found out I had a broken ankle. It was 9 in the morning and maybe I was still half asleep, but I was going outside to take one last picture for a post that was due that morning. We have 2 steps going out of the house into the garage and I missed the bottom stair. I landed on the side of my foot, it rolled, and I landed on the floor. The bad part was that I heard the crack! I have nightmares reliving the sound.

My husband was a few feet in front of me and never even heard me fall. He said I never made a peep. I said just let me lay here for a minute. It didn’t hurt at the time but I knew I couldn’t move it. I thought if I laid there for a few minutes that maybe it wasn’t broken. Hey, wishful thinking never hurt anyone!

After a few minutes, I told him to call an ambulance and he said no, we were going to get me to the emergency room somehow. I hope no one was watching because it must have been a funny sight.

He brought over a metal chair and set it up next to me. I pulled myself up and onto it without putting any pressure on my right foot! Yeah, it had to be my driving foot too. He turned the car around so that the passenger door was near me. He then pushed the chair over to the open door and I was able to scoot into the seat.

 

Almost 3 weeks ago, I found out I had a broken ankle. Now, the problem was how was I going to go to the bathroom, take a shower, make food or do anything?

 

Off we went. Because we are new to Wichita, I had only been to an emergency once before (okay twice, the time I had a kidney stone) and that was when I broke my arm at the Haunted Lemp Mansion in St. Louis. It was the only place I knew so that’s where we went.

 

Almost 3 weeks ago, I found out I had a broken ankle. Now, the problem was how was I going to go to the bathroom, take a shower, make food or do anything?

 

When we got there, he went in to get a wheelchair and pulled it right up to the passenger side. It was harder getting into that chair than it was getting in the car. Once we got inside, we found out they had a full house and it would be a little bit before I was able to get in a room. We waited 2 hours and as we waited, my ankle swelled up more and more even with the ice on it.

It was finally my turn. Once I got in the room they sent in the x-ray machine and gave me a pain pill (that didn’t do a thing!). Why do they always want you to turn a certain way to make it hurt more? A few minutes the Dr. came in and said….yep, it’s a broken ankle! Not one break but two! One on each side of my ankle.

An orthopedic Dr. than came in and said they would wrap it in a hard splint and come and see him the following week. He said they were in line breaks and probably wouldn’t need to do surgery but they couldn’t cast it because of the swelling. Stay off of it and rest. (easier said than done!)

 

Almost 3 weeks ago, I found out I had a broken ankle. Now, the problem was how was I going to go to the bathroom, take a shower, make food or do anything?

 

So they put a temporary splint on it and off we went. It was even harder getting back into the car! Oy!

Now, the problem was how was I going to go to the bathroom, take a shower, make food or do anything???

We’ll let you know more in another post!

 
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