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Saturday, May 31, 2008

Emergency Room Shenigans: Part Two

So for the second time in my life (and in a month, no less - Hey when it rains it pours!) I found myself in the emergency room, this time with what turned out to be a broken foot.

I was leaving Club Cafe with some friends after dinner and some dancing and literally just stepped down a small single stair wrong and kind of half fell down which I have done several times before (Hello I am as graceful as a bear) but this time did it in such a way that as soon as I came half down on my foot, I went deaf for a minute and saw stars. I didn't even feel the pain yet but it came about 20 seconds later, giving me enough time to walk to the corner of the street before announcing to my friends that 1) I am pretty sure I just broke something and 2) I could no longer walk. What kills me is I was the designated driver and had been drinking water and club sodas!! And then me, sober sister, is the one who takes the tumble outside the bar! Had I known the intense pain of a broken bone I would have been swilling martinis all night in preparation, believe you me

In any case Jenny, thank god for her, hadn't had much to drink herself and volunteered to get my car and drive me to Quincy Hospital, my apparent new favorite place. The ride there was plagued with detours because two of the lanes of 93 South were closed as were various side streets we tried to navigate but thank god Jenny has kind of a built in GPS and got us there in no time. I was poked and prodded. I was X-rayed. I was told finally I had two broken bones on the top of my foot, one pretty normal looking and one not so much (think of two plates, one shifted up on top of the other. NOT really good times). Jenny and Adam were there to entertain me and take my mind of it while I waited to be splinted and drugged and it was actually, dare I say, kind of fun. The doctor was not particularly pleased with our senses of humor though:

Doctor: I am giving you a prescription of Vicodin
Jenny: WOOOO!
Doctor: Uhh that's not generally the response we like to hear.

In any case I made it home around midnight and remembered JUST what a bitch living in a third flood walkup is for persons with broken bones in their feet. Yikes. I am definitely not leaving my apartment until my appointment with the orthopedic surgeon on Monday. Until then, I consider this payback time for when Adam broke HIS ankle last year. Being waited on hand and (broken) foot doesn't seem all bad. Maybe I can get some sort of bell?

Kidding!

Anywho let this be a lesson, don't be a clutz if at all possible. And also NEVER say "I am pretty lucky, I have never broken a bone" because that is exactly what I said to a coworker yesterday.

13 comments:

Rebecca said...

OMG, that's awful.

Good thing about broken bones -you don't feel them too terribly right away. I had a wicked broken ankle, and sure it hurt - but they wouldn't cast it until the next day - and trust me, it was HOURS LATER when it was the size of a friggin truck that it killed. I'm glad you were able to be treated right away.

I hope you do get waited on hand and foot - literally. ;)

Erin said...

Oh no! That's horrible :( although I have to say I laughed when I read about Jenny's Valium excitement. I hope everything heals soon!

Alisa said...

Welcome to the world of being stuck on the couch. Do they have some kind of frequent customer punch card? Because you should earn more than Vicodin for your time.
Let me try your technique, "I have never gone into labor naturally." Okay we'll see if that works out for me by the end of the day. And that comes with drugs too!

Flamingos & Flip Flops said...

I think it was a Brady Bunch episode that had a bell... Heal quickly Sarah!

Caity said...

That must have been so painful! This is totally payback, so Adam should get a little white nurse's hat! :)

Let me know if you need anything...

Me said...

Oh damn! :( That sucks big time. Hope the pain is getting better.....:(

Amanda* said...

Oh no!!! I hope you feel better soon! I can't believe that I've made it this far in my life without breaking something...but I can say that without jinxing myself because I am constantly reminding my husband that I will surely break SOMETHING any day now.

I say milk it as long as you can get Adam to keep bringing you stuff. :)

Lys said...

Oh man - get better!!!! And, yes, I think Adam should be playing nurseman. Take it easy!

Melissa said...

I broke my foot when I was 13 by tripping over myself while running through my house. It hurt like hell. I hope you feel better soon!

Nicky said...

Oh God, honey! I'm so sorry! I too am about as graceful as a bear and think it's only a matter of time before I likewise seriously injure myself. Are you in a cast? With crutches???

The upside (if there is one)? Now you can collect payback for all your days spent taking care of Adam. Lol. Sorry, Adam.

Feel better!

Jenny said...

Oh man, that Doc was NOT having my (awesome and hilarious) jokes. But that security guard loved us both! At least some one in that place has good taste.

Also, remember when I thought the shoe mark on the top of your foot was really a giant bruise and a sure sign your foot was going to fall off? GOOD TIMES.

kim said...

oh no. that sucks. that ER must be a hell of a place to hang out though. pictures? j/k - i hope you get better soon! *hugs*

eileen said...

Oh noes! Hope it gets better soon.