Dec. 30, 2018
Finally decided to go seek medical attention. First I was way too embarrassed to even tell anyone I was standing on a chair, to clean the oven vent, let alone to find out after I had fallen that there was a foot stool not 2 steps away from me. In hindsight, if only I had spoken out loud….. I had searched the flat for a foot stool and kept telling myself, how silly there isn’t one. Then I thought well maybe no need, since the landlords are not short like myself. So, I grabbed a chair and began cleaning. When almost done I heard a creak and then bam I came crashing down. Rick was just in dining room and came rushing in to check on me. The pain was horrible to say the least. Rick got me to the couch and got foot elevated and ice pack. Then he says, “I am not trying to be mean, but why didn’t you use the foot stool?” I said, “what foot stool?” “I had been searching the flat for one.” He points to it and says, “right there”. I said, “oh my gosh, I thought that was a table!” So not only did I break the landlords chair, I have injured my left foot. I was so mad at myself. I kept thinking if only I had asked Rick about a foot stool, all would be well.
So after two days of not being able to put any weight on my foot, I decided time for a look by a professional. The bruising and swelling had gone down, so I was still reluctant to go to clinic. But not being able to walk was worrying me somewhat. The news came back as not anything broken by the nurse. The radiologist will take a look at it and if different opinion, give me a call. I am to stay off of it for 2 more days and then beginning walking on it a little more. The nurse said it could take 10-12 weeks before it feels completely well.
At least this happened now and now at the beginning of our journey. I can say this much, I do not like lying around and not doing anything. Not a fan!
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