SO Thursday, I was in the building across the parking lot picking something up from the rental office.
I'm walking down the stairs, on the second flight, third step from the bottom; either my ankle rolled or my shoe caught the lip of the stair. I went down hard, and I mean hard. I threw what I was carrying down and hit the ground on my hands and knees. I slid, I think, down a couple of stairs on my right shin. I also did this in front of 5 people, which makes it that much worse. Skittered across the parking lot on adrenaline alone, made it to the sofa where I had to work up the nerve to look at my right shin. It hurt that much.
To put my pain tolerance in perspective, I have kickboxed basically forever. Sparred guys twice my size, sprained, fractured and broke multiple things. Torn and pull others. My shin hurt worse, it also felt like it was fractured. It felt the same as the last time I fractured my ankle. Maybe a little worse. I had scraped it up and bruising was really dark and getting darker. Walking was rough, painful and wobbly.
Went to the ER, the triage nurse poked it. I nearly punched her. She sticks me in a wheelchair and I roll myself over to registration, where I jump the cue, then over to the waiting room. 30 seconds later, the registration lady comes over and takes me into an exam room. I had been there all of 20 or so minutes by this point. About five minutes later another nurse comes in, very nice lady, and she takes a look at it. I should mention that I had not shaved my legs in about two weeks. Anyway, she at least did not poke my shin and she assesses me and says the doctor will be in shortly. About 10 minutes later, he pops in, looks at it and sends me for an xray. (I should point out that I hate hospitals and I was anxious and probably coming close to manic). I roll myself over to the X-ray place and chat with this really nice lady about some random stuff, can't remember now, for about 20 or so minutes. She goes in...... ten minutes later I go in. Ok, the positions they get my leg into freaking hurt put pressure on a ton of sore spots.
Go back to the exam room where this little kid is with his mom. He hurt his knee about ten days ago playing hockey and it has not improved at all. Considering how young this kid is, he should've bounced back at least a little bit by now. Poor kid, nice kid and his mom was cool. Keep in mind that I had some pressured speech going on so I literally could not shut up, but I managed to keep them amused so it's all good.
Doctor came back and I had not fractured or cracked anything, I just have some really really deep horrible bruising and likely tore that little muscle over the shin bone. Got handed over to another nurse who was going to dress the scrapes, I insist she is a little bit of a sadist, "does this hurt?" *poke* "does this hurt?" *poke* and a couple more times. Funny.
Got picked up and went home. Take the elevator up to our floor, I'm avoiding stairs now for obvious reasons, go to the couch and this wave of soreness just wallops me. It got worse on Friday, every major muscle group hurts, the bruise on my left knee is about the size of a golfball and a mix of black, blue, green and pink. My right shin, it to the brunt of the landing, is bruised from below my knee to just above my ankle. Moving around was hard, I was so pathetic that when R came home and saw me shuffling around, she told me to just sit down and stay on the sofa.
Brings us today, I woke up even more sore and it took a lot of effort to get out of bed. Mom came over with some breakfast from Tim Hortons and advil. Up until then, I was taking advil cold and sinus to help but it wasn't really handling it all that great, wonder why. Went to the mall and wandered around, I actually feel better right now, sore but it's easier to move.
I tried out that massage chair thing in front of GNC (supplement store) and it felt amazing. Wish I had one at home, but I doubt I would use it enough to justify it.
Anyway, enough of my rambling.
I'm walking down the stairs, on the second flight, third step from the bottom; either my ankle rolled or my shoe caught the lip of the stair. I went down hard, and I mean hard. I threw what I was carrying down and hit the ground on my hands and knees. I slid, I think, down a couple of stairs on my right shin. I also did this in front of 5 people, which makes it that much worse. Skittered across the parking lot on adrenaline alone, made it to the sofa where I had to work up the nerve to look at my right shin. It hurt that much.
To put my pain tolerance in perspective, I have kickboxed basically forever. Sparred guys twice my size, sprained, fractured and broke multiple things. Torn and pull others. My shin hurt worse, it also felt like it was fractured. It felt the same as the last time I fractured my ankle. Maybe a little worse. I had scraped it up and bruising was really dark and getting darker. Walking was rough, painful and wobbly.
Went to the ER, the triage nurse poked it. I nearly punched her. She sticks me in a wheelchair and I roll myself over to registration, where I jump the cue, then over to the waiting room. 30 seconds later, the registration lady comes over and takes me into an exam room. I had been there all of 20 or so minutes by this point. About five minutes later another nurse comes in, very nice lady, and she takes a look at it. I should mention that I had not shaved my legs in about two weeks. Anyway, she at least did not poke my shin and she assesses me and says the doctor will be in shortly. About 10 minutes later, he pops in, looks at it and sends me for an xray. (I should point out that I hate hospitals and I was anxious and probably coming close to manic). I roll myself over to the X-ray place and chat with this really nice lady about some random stuff, can't remember now, for about 20 or so minutes. She goes in...... ten minutes later I go in. Ok, the positions they get my leg into freaking hurt put pressure on a ton of sore spots.
Go back to the exam room where this little kid is with his mom. He hurt his knee about ten days ago playing hockey and it has not improved at all. Considering how young this kid is, he should've bounced back at least a little bit by now. Poor kid, nice kid and his mom was cool. Keep in mind that I had some pressured speech going on so I literally could not shut up, but I managed to keep them amused so it's all good.
Doctor came back and I had not fractured or cracked anything, I just have some really really deep horrible bruising and likely tore that little muscle over the shin bone. Got handed over to another nurse who was going to dress the scrapes, I insist she is a little bit of a sadist, "does this hurt?" *poke* "does this hurt?" *poke* and a couple more times. Funny.
Got picked up and went home. Take the elevator up to our floor, I'm avoiding stairs now for obvious reasons, go to the couch and this wave of soreness just wallops me. It got worse on Friday, every major muscle group hurts, the bruise on my left knee is about the size of a golfball and a mix of black, blue, green and pink. My right shin, it to the brunt of the landing, is bruised from below my knee to just above my ankle. Moving around was hard, I was so pathetic that when R came home and saw me shuffling around, she told me to just sit down and stay on the sofa.
Brings us today, I woke up even more sore and it took a lot of effort to get out of bed. Mom came over with some breakfast from Tim Hortons and advil. Up until then, I was taking advil cold and sinus to help but it wasn't really handling it all that great, wonder why. Went to the mall and wandered around, I actually feel better right now, sore but it's easier to move.
I tried out that massage chair thing in front of GNC (supplement store) and it felt amazing. Wish I had one at home, but I doubt I would use it enough to justify it.
Anyway, enough of my rambling.
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