My Ankle Woes

Last Wednesday I was at the gym finishing my class (taking not coaching). Our final exercise was to run around the floor 10 times. I was on my last lap when I stepped in to a hole (covered by a mat) and rolled my ankle (hard) I was going fast enough that I didn't just stop. I kept running and had the choice of hitting a coach who was sitting on a piece of equipment or smashing head first in to a mirror. Which would you choose? I chose Rudy. I smashed right in to him and then felt myself falling. I didn't want to hit the cement floor too hard (I was already injured and didn't want to add more injuries to it) so I hung on to Rudy and pulled him down with me. I did everything I could to not cry! It hurt so badly! After a few minutes of my head hanging back with my eyes closed I opened them to see a million people - okay, slight exaggeration- standing over me staring with concerned eyes. I looked down at my ankle and saw what looked like a gigantic goiter on the right side! I could not see how I was going to drive my kids home when it hurt like crazy to even think of moving it. I tried calling James to find out where he was (over an hour away) and as I was trying to talk to him they were trying to wrap my ankle. All James heard was LOTS of screaming! He was sure I had hurt my back again. (totally stinks to get old) We quickly ascertained that I needed help getting home. Two wonderful guys (Art and Saul) helped get me to Dianna's car (she was driving me home, Art took my car and the kids). I was joking that I could go home and tell James that I held two guys hands that night. Saul said if they ended up dead in bed people would know where to look. haha

They got me home and James got home a bit later. We waited until the kids got off to school the next morning to take me to the hospital. We don't have a doctor down here yet (we have only been here 3 1/2 years! Give me time!) . I had x-rays taken and it turns out that it is not broken, *just* a bad sprain. Several interesting things happened at the hospital. The doctor offered to give me a prescription for Morphine! What?! I take morphine, in the hospital, for my C-sections. I certainly didn't need that! Bring on the Vicodin! Hallelujah! We saw a prison inmate and his guard brought in, there was a Code red and all of the doors locked down. When I asked somewhat what that was she said 'A code red'. I gathered that from the speakers repeating over and over 'Code Red!', 'Code Red!'. Turns out it meant that there was a fire in the hospital. I was thrilled that they locked us in! We also saw a man rushed in by ambulance who had to travel 20 minutes to get there. During the whole trip they were performing CPR on him and they had to use the paddles twice. This all before getting to the hospital. Poor man died. :( It was awful. We also had to listen to a man swear over and over. I wondered if he had turrets, but it had something to do with his stomach. There was also a little girl (I would guess under six) who kept crying 'don't. That hurts. I want to go home'. That made me cry. All in all, a very interesting trip. You may wonder how I know all of this stuff. I listen, people! I like to watch and hear what is going on. Some might call that nosy. I call it being watchful and informed.

So, it has now been 6 days later. Yesterday I was able to start putting a little bit of pressure on my foot (totally paid for it last night). I am hoping to heal soon. I am missing my exercising! In fact, that is what made me end up crying at the gym. I was so afraid of gaining weight that I couldn't hold back the tears. At least I know where my priorities are!