Yeah- remember that blog about wanting to just be a kid and have fun?
Well, yesterday, Paulius and I were watching TV and cutting up a bit- playing around with the water spritzer and stuff- (actually spraying the cat with it when he went near the sheer curtains that we just put up in the living-room). I had just woken up and was a bit chilly(for a change) and he aimed the spritzer at my foot..........I gave him an evil look and told him to NOT do it cause I was freezing(a slight exaggeration, but I WAS chilly, mind you).Well I kept giving him the evil eye- and he kept smiling, and he spritzed me- just a teensy, weensy bit of water on my foot and ankle.......and I decided to have a bit of fun....so I grabbed my water bottle, opened the cap and poured about a cup of water down the front of his shirt and of course it rolled right on down to his pants, getting him soaked doing so.
I had never done anything even remotely like that since he came over for vacation when we got in a water gun /water balloon fight, so he wasn't quite expecting that type of play from me.
Naturally, he grabbed up the spritzer and uncapped it and yelled "OHHHHhhhhhhh, it's ON now, baby"...and hearing that I KNEW I was in DEEP, DEEP Trouble and was definatley getting a soaking.............so I jumped up and took off running down the hall with him on my heels splashing the water towards me.
Well all this was great fun......UNTIL.........
CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!
I let out a scream of absolute, sheer pain as my foot connected with the chest in the hallway.
No- not the same foot I had injured two weeks ago- that was the RIGHT foot.......this was the LEFT foot.
Immediately all fun stopped.
Paulius realized that this was no ploy for mercy, as I sometimes do.
Now, let me say- that Paulius was in no way, shape or form responsible for me injuring myself....I was the one wanting to play awhile, and he is always telling me to "grow up". I should have just wiped the bit of water off my foot and continued watching TV- occasionally giving him evil eyes and wicked smiles like I normally do. I should have known no good could possibly come of being playful on a workday- not to mention so close to injuring my other foot.
My bad.
Anyway, I was crying, Paulius was helping me get back to the livingroom, and then he got me cold water to soak my foot in- and then got an icepack and put it on my foot, and then got me a Lortab (Left over from my other injury).
Well, this was about 6:30PM. I sat with ice on my foot til 10- then went and had a bit of a nap before work.
An hour later I was up and my foot felt like a big fat sausage. And it still hurt like the dickens and I couldn't put any weight on it at all. So I dressed for work, put on my right shoe- and a black sock on the left foot, then got out the crutches and headed for the car after giving Paulius a kiss. He followed me to the door to make sure I got to the car safely but I told him I would be fine- I could make it to the car fine. I didn't. I got overbalanced just as I reached for the door to slide in the car and all my weight went on that foot again. And, again, I cried and threw a major temper-tantrum and threw the crutches in the car almost cracking a window in the process.
Yeah, REAL MATURE, right??????.......Well- I was frustrated and feeling stupid and hurting really, really badly.....so sue me.
Well, I drove to work, got there and after an hour, realized there was no point...I couldn't do any of my stuff cause everywhere I had to go was either in a stairwell- or in an area that was gonna be difficult to get into with crutches. Had I tried I would have taken a tumble and REALLY injured myself. Even with a wheelchair accessing these places was impossible for me.
So I called the hospital dispatcher and asked to speak with the director for the night shift.
When he came on the phone I explained the situation and he told me to first call the guy who is taking over for my direct supervisor who is on vacation this week. So I did....and got cursed out for doing so. Let me explain...I hardly ever cry when I get yelled at or bitched at or whatever, - I can take a LOT of crap and my usual reaction is to smile and just grin and bear it to a certain point...and THEN go ballistic after so much more abuse...but this guy had me as close to tears as I have been in YEARS.
Every other word out of his mouth was DAMN and after all I have been thru this month I just couldn't handle it. His last day there is tomorrow anyway and he just doesn't give a rats butt about even being there, which if he didn't wanna take on the responsibility for this week he should have said NO to begin with when he was asked to fill in for the guy....right?
Anyway, I figured it out myself- I called across the street to the new hospital to the new officer over there and explained the situation to her and asked her if she would mind terribly coming over to my site and unlocking the doors-7 of them- for me at 0500 . 5AM. She said no problem- and so it was taken care of. THEN that idiot called me and told me he would be in at 6:30AM and those unlocks would have to wait. I told him to not BOTHER coming in- I had taken care of the problem. He came in at 7 and sent me home for the day..... So I did the logical thing and went straight to my doctors office which opens up at 7:30AM.
Doc Welborn looked at my foot, shook his head, ordered x-rays...and to make a long story short........(too late, I KNOW)........I have two fractures in my foot.
Three weeks it will take to heal up- but I took tonight off(got a note, yes) and will be hobbling thru it for the next three weeks.
My foot is black and blue and green, it's swollen, and it throbs with pain when I breathe.
Somehow, I just don't REMEMBER being a child and having fun being this PAINFUL!!!!!
I'm going to bed now and sleep it off..............maybe a good idea would be to just STAY in bed for the rest of June.................that's about two of those three weeks he wants me to be off my foot anyway..............sigh.......Not gonna happen, but it's a nice thought.
