Posts Tagged ‘ambulance’

 

I’ve mentioned before (in passing) how I broke my foot before but never really gave any details. The break occurred when I slipped getting out of the shower. Showers are dangerous you guys! Seriously, you need to be careful in there! As much as my broken foot hurts, I would rather have had that broken than my neck!

Anyway, after slipping I was in denial a bit that it was broken. I told myself that it was prob some weird twist or sprain, and decided what I needed was to just have a nap and when I woke up it would all be better! So, that’s what I did, I went to sleep. When I woke up, I went to stand up expecting the pain to be just slightly sore, and it was even worse than before. It was at this time that I came to the conclusion that this was a break. I grabbed my phone and called for an ambulance, then made my way hobbling outside. I have a dog, which is part lab and part pit bull, so I figured it would be easier for me going out to meet them, than them coming in to meet me!

Getting outside nearly killed me! It was only a few steps, but each step was filled with pain! I managed to get outside, but only barely and collapse onto a bench I have sitting on the front porch, and there I waited. It wasn’t long before the ambulance came zooming in. The paramedics came walking up and asking what the problem was, and I told them pretty much what I just told you verbatim. They took a look at my foot and asked if I could move my toes. After extreme concentration and pain, I was able to get my toes to move. Then they looked over my foot and informed me there wasn’t any discoloration or swelling, so they didn’t think it was a break.

I decided that if it wasn’t a break, then I didn’t need to go to the hospital! The fact of the matter is, I hate hospitals! I’ve known MANY people who have gone to the hospital for the most mundane reason, and then they ended up dying there. It’s because of that, that I now equate hospitals with death. If possible, I will do everything in my power to avoid going to the hospital! So, I sent them on their way relieved that it didn’t seem to be a break. I stood up to go back inside and was immediately filled with so much pain that I literally collapsed! I knew, despite what they said that this was a break. I also knew that I wasn’t gonna call them back and tell them I changed my mind. So I called my aunt and asked her if she could take me to a hospital. She was in a different city, so it was going to take awhile to get to me.

I waited for hours. I tried to get up a few times, but I just couldn’t. Thankfully a friend of mine came by and she brought some water by. Which I really needed! It was a hot day, and I was sitting out in the sun for hours!

Finally, my aunt got back into town, picked me up and drove me to the hospital which is also in another city. I got in, and after waiting for awhile, they stuck me in a wheelchair and wheeled me down to get my foot x-rayed. They determined that it was, in fact, a break, but that I would still able to walk on it. I just needed a load bearing boot and some crutches. The doctor told me it would take about 6 to 7 weeks to heal up, then he sent me on my way. After I got home, I googled around on that type of break, and most people said theirs didn’t heal for 10 to 11 weeks, so that’s the time frame I am expecting.

So, that was 3 weeks ago. My foot is obviously still in a ton of pain. Some days are worse than others, but it’s always constant pain. Even now as I write this, I am in pain, and I’m not even standing on it! I haven’t been able to get to the store to buy groceries cause of the pain, and I can’t stand in the kitchen to cook either. So, because of that, I have been buying a lot of delivery. Which is expensive, and only serving to make me fatter. I don’t like ordering pizza and hamburgers every day! I would kill for some hamburger helper or some chicken! I would love some home cooked food, but until my foot eases up some, I just don’t see that happening. As it stands, I had planned to BBQ today(It’s Independence day in America), but can’t stand in front of a grill to cook for hours on end, let alone get up and down the front porch steps!

So, yea! I really hate my foot right now!