*POP* goes the….
….ankle!
Yup. but fortunately, I still hold the title of the only one in our famiy to have *NOT* broken a bone. Yet. Heh.
Last night I stepped over something that I’d repeatedly told the kids to put away, only to step ON a can of greenbeans laying on it’s side that I’d repeatedly told the kids to put away as well, and WHOOSH left foot went out from under me, gravity took hold, and all of my bad an’ big assed self landed on my right ankle with a *LOVELY* popping noise and a WHOLE buncha pain.
I laid there and cursed and cursed and laid there and cursed and then inched my way up to do what I was going to do in the first place – turn off the stove, cuz dinner was done.
So – It swelled and hurt and I iced and elevated and it hurt and I whimpered a bit and it hurt and I couldn’t sleep until about 4 minutes before the phone rang with Nana Moosie calling so i could wake up the pup to go to church with her, and of course they checked on the ankle.
Then Nana Moosie picked up the pup and Papa Moosie checked out the ankle and I decided I’d better have it looked at just in case, because helLO I have to drive to Knik (wtfeverthatis – ok, it’s in eagle river somewhere, but yes anyway) on Tuesday for allstars and I kinda need my right foot to do that and if I can’t then Papa Moosie might have to and the girl was already feeling all guilty and worried cuz of the whole not picking up the can thing and….
So off to the ER we went, where we entertained the nurses with our normal banter, and the doctor thought I was my mother (How ya doing, B? fine, but I’m not B…) and I got happy drugs and they took xrays and it’s a bad sprain with torn ligaments BUT if I don’t take happy drugs on Tuesday I can still make the trip to Allstars so HURRAY!
And I think I typed that whole thing in one breath just like I woulda said it cuz the happy drugs are all nicely kicked in and I haven’t slept and so now! now I am going to lay down and put my foot up and pretend to watch tv while really taking a nap.
Good times. Heh.
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Damn. Green beans, eh? You couldn’t have fallen over something exciting like garbanzo beans, or maybe a lovely can or roast beef hash. Oh no, not you. You have to go and fall over that eternal staple from the Land of the Jolly Green Giant, that perpetual guest at every thanksgiving dinner since the dawn of time.
Green beans. You sprained your ankle and tore some ligaments on green beans.
Did you at LEAST dent the can a bit? You know, something that makes it worthwhile to take a picture of to post on your BLOGCHEESE video blog?
Or, maybe did you pick it up at some point and peg it through the open door out into the yard where it landed with a thunk into the woodpile?
You must, you know. You must have your revenge on that errant can.
And I hope that your happy drugs will get you through the next few days while your ankle heals up. I love reading your posts.
=] If I were there, I would make you chicken soup, but I would NOT put green beans in it.
Wow, Blyght! I could tell the story of how I BROKE my ankle on my hubby’s gray socks . . .
heh
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Ohh, I want to hear how you broke your ankle on some grey socks! =] Now, I notice that you broke them on a specific COLOR of socks. Not blue ones. Not argyle ones. But grey ones. *grinning*
I GOTTA hear this story, yes! =]