On Tuesday I went with a group of girls to Hamilton to the skatepad...and on Wednesday I went with a couple of girls over the river to the Rainbow Rink... I was feeling really good...there was still a twinge now and then in my knee but I felt ready to go back to practice on Friday...
I didn't go down for the knee falls on Friday but managed everything else...and I decided to refrain from scrimmaging because I didn't want to go down hard on my knee and possibly fuck it up more.So there I was sitting there with Anya watching the scrimmages and then when she decided to get up and join in I moved over a bit. I sat watching and then looked over at the boards to my water and wanted a drink.
So I started to get up and didn't really realize until halfway standing that my left foot was fast asleep. It all happened in that one moment...my going oh fuck...cause my foot was asleep at the same time that it started to buckle...and then as I started to go down my next thought was for my knee and how I didn't want to land on it...
so snap went my foot under me and I onto my foot...
I knew something was wrong as soon as I felt/heard the pop.
I asked one of the girls nearby to get Titan (she's an emt) she came over and was talking to me about what happened and everything...as soon as I took off my helmet she suggested that I lay down...apparently I had gone as white as a sheet and looked woozy... She kept me from passing out twice...all the girls were real helpful...three off skate girls went to go pick up The Man so that he could drive me (in our car, which I had at practice) to prompt care...
When The Man showed up, as soon as I saw him I wanted to start crying...I saved it...it took a few minutes for he and another guy to get me out to the car...and it just seemed like it took everything I had to get to the car...
So went to prompt care instead of the hospital because we knew the wait would be less and that I'd still be able to get x-rayed there...
so got wheeled around...didn't really cry until I went in to get xrays...finally said to the woman...could you please stop touching my foot...tell me where you need it and I'll put it in that position as tears were running down my cheeks...
after the xrays went to the casting room where I figured I'd get a splint and cast and be sent on my way...while waiting for the doc to come in a lady came in, just bringing supplies into the room...then she came in again...I exhaled and said 'gah...everytime you come in I think it's the doc coming in' and chuckled...
she apologized and laughed as she said she had to come in two more times...she did...then the doc came in...
he informed me that the doc over at the General wants me in there with my xrays in the next 45 minutes...because he'll decide then if he's going to get me in for surgery tonight or the next day...it was like cold water...I was like.. 'um..surgery?'
so they splint and wrapped up my leg from toes to knee gave me my paperwork and wheeled me out to the car where The Man drove me over to the General Hospital and I got all signed in...then they wheeled me down to that cast room where I laid there...waiting...
Alex (some ortho med student) came down and talked to me...asking me all the same questions that everyone else had already asked...poked my ankle a few times...and then said he was going to get the doc...they had just finished up a surgery but had heard about me while they were in surgery and he had only quickly looked at my xrays...
In comes the doc with the med student...and proceeds to poke my ankle...and ask the med student every question the student had just asked me...doc took a good look at my ankle then at me and said he was going to double check the xray...came back a few minutes later and nodded...while saying that he doesn't feel comfortable leaving it where it's at to splint and cast it...it's off just enough from the break that he wants to go in and put a plate in with a couple screws...
Got hooked up to an IV where I was given morphine for the first time while at the hospital...holy shit.
had to go through blood tests, another set of xrays (for my chest)...at this point I was waiting for the porter to take me back to the casting room so this woman walks up and says 'all done?' as she starts to wheel me back...where I scrunched up my face pointed at her and said...'wait a sec? aren't you the lady that was walking in and out of the casting room over at Prompt Care?' she winked and said 'good eye..yep I am' of course I then asked her if she was stalking me...then the waiting came...for a bed...I sent The Man home at 2am...got pushed out into the hall (on my gurney) at about 3am...at 4am I was looking for more meds...night nurse gave me more morphine...and by that time was calling for the porter and complaining that I had been waiting for a couple of hours now to be taken up to my room...
I felt bad...because really if I wasn't laying on a bed in the hall I'd just be laying on a bed in a room so wasn't much of a difference to me...*shrugs* what it came down to though is that there was only one porter on at that time of the day and she'd been running her ass off all night...
Next day I woke up though in a haze of morphine...they weren't giving me anything to eat or drink because I was definitely on the schedule for surgery...and from what I remember I was having an Open End Reduction Surgery on my left fibula just above my ankle...click the link if you're interested in seeing what happens...it's animated not an actual surgery...
I was still pretty 'high' on morphine when they took me to surgery...so I didn't end up freaking out too much...though when they strapped me down with my arms spread out I did get in a joke about being Jesus before slipping into the black void...when I came to I immediately started asking where The Man and Big Daddy were (that confused them a bit since they knew there was only one person in the waiting room and that it was The Man)...started asking for them both and saying I wanted them...then I realized and guess just started asking for The Man...one of the nurses finally explained that I had to wait another 30 minutes before I could see him...and then asked how long we'd been married...I smirked and said that'd we've been together 14 years...she seemed surprised that I was so adamant about wanting him with me...
So I had to stay in the hospital until Monday because the surgeon said he wanted me to talk to the physio people and they weren't in until Monday. So there I lay Sunday and most of Monday, didn't see the therapist until Monday afternoon, and as it was she walked into my room and said 'Um...were you waiting for physio, because you weren't on my schedule..' - um excuse me?
I waited until 2 in the afternoon to have a woman take me to the staircase and get me to hop up two steps and hop down two steps. I wasn't exactly impressed.
However she apparently was as she kept commenting on how strong I seemed to be.
If/when I get my xrays (I'm going to see if I can have copies) I'll have to see about posting them. And I'm liking going to freak out the surgeon by saying I want to take pictures of my stitches and leg when it comes out of this heavy-ass cast. I'm really hoping that the air cast my leg will be going into will be lighter.
I've been having muscle spasms in my legs because this one is so heavy, and because of standing on my right leg a lot.
So that's the story of that...it was late but meh...took me a week to type it.
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