Have You Had Your Break Today?

Today was supposed to be a nice fun day down in Dallas to watch and experience, for the first time, the St. Patrick's Day Parade. The parade was all well and good, we even managed to run into some people that we knew. After the parade we went to lunch and finally were making our way back to the car.

On our walk back towards the car I tripped on a curb and in my head I'm thinking, "concrete coming towards you, catch yourself!" I managed to catch my fall with my other foot, which then landed on a second curb and that's when I felt the pain! The pain was so great that I couldn't talk and everyone was crowding around me asking me if I was okay and I still couldn't talk! I was having mental images in my head of my upcoming race that won't happen and all the soccer games I won't be able to play for awhile! Sharon kept asking, "are you okay? are you hurt? is your spirit broken (that one made me laugh in my head)?" She told me later she thought I was embarrased by tripping in front of everyone (which I was--but at the moment that wasn't the problem). I finally managed to speak and informed the crowd I needed to sit down.

I hopped over to the curb and sat down and grabbed my foot. Someone had a cooler with ice, so I was able to immediately ice my foot. Another person had Advil, so I took 3 of those! Cristin went to get the car (which was a mile away) and Sharon was going to stay with me. I was a bit uncomfortable with all the attention and I assured everyone that they should go on ahead to their parties and my friends would take me to the doctor; so they all left with their well-wishes and statements that it's probably just a sprain. As soon as they left I started crying and told Sharon, "it's not just a sprain."

We made it to CareNow and sat down for the long wait. We finally made it into the waiting room and the nurse came into check my temperature, blood pressure, weight and all that normal stuff which I though quite unnecessary as it's clear why I'm there! (On a side note, I was quite pleased with my resting heart rate --64.) After she left we waited...and waited....and waited. I think we were in that room for an hour and a half before the PA came in. I can't complain, though, because conversation was good and time passed fairly quickly.

I have to say, I was hardly impressed with the PA. She checked the range of motion, which she thought I had full range of (I didn't). She felt around and asked if it hurt (it did). She then said, "I think it's just a bruise. Do you want to have an X-ray?" Are you kidding me? You're telling me that I can't stand on my foot because of a bruise? I've wasted my friends afternoon because of a bruise? "Yes, I'd like an X-ray." So they take the pictures and a few minutes later the PA comes back in the room and says "It's fractured!" To be honest, I was slightly relieved to know that I was right! So now, I have to go to an orthopedist and make sure it's not any worse!

I'm quickly learning how difficult it is to get around on a fractured (it's not even fully broken) foot! Sheesh! Hope you enjoyed the pictures!