Last Friday, I was walking in the yard to feed the chickens, when my foot found a new hole in our yard. My foot went in the hole, my ankle popped and down I went to the ground face first. Between the pain and tears I couldn't do much yelling for Bill, but I tried. He was in the barn and couldn't hear me...stupid me didn't bring my cell phone. While I'm screaming for Bill to help me, my beautiful black lab Sadie, licked the tears and dirt off my face. What a scene that must have been for anyone that drove by.
Long story short, Bill came to my rescue. Scooped me up in his arms and then asked what he should do with me. I told him to get the truck and take me to the Emergency Room. Although I couldn't see any bone sticking out, the pain was so intense, I felt like I had broke or fractured something in my ankle.
Probably because I was sobbing, I made it through the paperwork portion of the Emergency Room in what I was told was "record time." They weren't very busy, so I was able to see the doctor right away. They took x-rays and luckily nothing was broken, just severely sprained.
Needless to say, I used a walker to "hop" around the first two days because I couldn't put any pressure on my foot and they didn't send me home with crutches. I then graduated to a cane and now I'm just hobbling.
Fortunately for us, a 4-H friend of ours was one of the nurses working the Emergency Room, so she made the experience better by talking to me and taking my mind off of the pain.
I hadn't been in the ER since I was 3 years old. Hopefully I can wait another 36 years before I ever have to go back!
