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Please don't have a stroke - you are really seeing an entry from me.
Lots of news to tell. Tuesday night was a really bad night for me. On the way home from work, I went to Walgreens to pick up a prescription. I went to the drive-thru prescription lane, but there was someone in front of me that was taking forever, so I decided to drive around the building and go inside. Well, when I was rounding the corner, I didn't notice the curb, and hit it really hard with both of my tires. They were both blown out and completely flat. It was really the best time for that to happen though because my dad had planned on replacing all four tires this weekend for our family reunion trip anyway. I called AAA to bring a flat bed tow truck and also called a tire company that said they would replace all four tires if I had the car towed to them. This was at 5:30PM. The tire place closed at 8:00 PM so that was good - I wouldn't have to miss work the next day if I got it taken care of that night. Well, AAA gave the tow company the wrong address, and a tow truck did not show up until 9:30! I waited in the parking lot for four hours, sitting on the curb - everyone looked at me like I was homeless - it was awful. I had to stay outside because I was waiting for the tow truck, and I couldn't turn on my car and put the air conditioner on because I was completely out of gas (that was my next stop.) On top of that, my cell phone battery was dead and I had to keep feeding the pay phone quarters, asking where the tow truck was.
About three hours after I had initially called AAA, I called again to ask how much longer the tow truck would be and they told me the same thing they had told me the past few hours - it would be there in 15 minutes. I asked them how they KNEW it would be there in 15 minutes because they kept telling me the same thing, and they got an attitude with me and said "Ma'am, I have been working here for 1 year, I know what I am doing." I replied with "I wasn't questioning if you knew how to do your job, I was questioning how you find out how long it takes for them to get here because it never gets here when you tell me it will." Then they hung up on me. I was not happy and almost had a nervous breakdown. I know no one in my town.
A tow truck finally showed up at 9:30PM (it's completely dark at this point and Gizmo has been in the cage for over 12 hours without going to the bathroom at my apartment.) It wasn't a flatbed tow truck though, and it was a different company that AAA sent because I had suggested it to them during one of our many conversations. The tow guy quickly changed out my spare tire and then put my car on the tow truck. He was a really nice guy, and consoled me when I got in the car (at this point, I was on the verge of tears because I was so upset with everything that had happened in the last 4 hours.) My mood began to improve and he dropped my car off outside of the tire place (which was now closed) and told me that he would take me home (which was good because I didn't have enough cash for a cab.) He even invited me to a bar with his friends which I politely refused. When I got home, I would call a cab and tell them to be at my house at a certain time in the morning to get to my car at the tire place and then I would hopefully be at work on time.
I was so happy to see Gizmo and hurriedly got him out of his cage and put a leash on him. I ran down three flights of stairs because he had to go to the bathroom so badly. When I got to the last two steps, the flip flops I was wearing turned the wrong way and I fell and broke my ankle. Does this sound familiar? My mom broke her ankle because of flip flops too. It was also the reason she eventually died (blood clot from surgery in case you don't know.)
At this point, my body is in shock. I know that there is something that is REALLY wrong with my ankle, but I have never broken a bone before and wasn't sure if it was just really badly twisted or what. I didn't hear a crack, and I didn't see anything "jutting" out, but I sure did see a baseball size bump on the outside of my left ankle. I immediately called my dad (I had my cell phone in my pocket, which I had charged by now) in tears and said "I think I broke my ankle." I had to repeat myself several times because my dad didn't think he heard me right.
I wanted to make sure that I had broken it before I rushed off to the ER (plus, I had no car and I live alone in an apartment on the 3rd floor and it was 10:00PM.) I elevated it and put some ice on it and then went to bed. I woke up at about 3:45AM and had to go to the bathroom. I couldn't even crawl I was in so much pain - I somehow "inched" my way to the bathroom and when I got up to sit down on the toliet (sorry for the intimate details) I felt my bone kind of shift and "dangle" in my leg. That was when I knew it was broken. I could feel exactly what bone it was (the smaller one in your shin.) The next day, Jess came to Boynton Beach to take me to the ER, where it was confirmed that it was a clean break of the smaller bone in my leg, just as I suspected. I will be on crutches for the next 6 weeks. They put a splint on it and bent my foot the way it is supposed to be (it was kind of just hanging) and then wrapped it up so it wouldn't grow the wrong way. I have an appointment on Monday at 1:15PM to get a cast put on it by an orthopedic surgeon. My dad is worried that I am waiting too long to get a cast put on it, but my ankle was swollen to a size literally of a softball by the time I had arrived at the emergency room, and they wanted to wait for the swelling to go down before putting the cast on. I unwrapped it today to see if the swelling had gone down and it has. The doctor prescribed me percocettes (spelling?) for the pain which has helped, but he only prescribed me enough for 3 days - I hope that the pain is gone by then? I think my mom has some left over because she didn't like them, but I think they expire at some point.
After I get my cast on Monday, I am going to try to drive to work - thankfully it is not my right foot - I still haven't tried to drive yet though. Anyway, it is very hard for me to just sit here on a Friday or Saturday night - oh well, it will be good for me.
Nice talkin' with y'all.
Lots of news to tell. Tuesday night was a really bad night for me. On the way home from work, I went to Walgreens to pick up a prescription. I went to the drive-thru prescription lane, but there was someone in front of me that was taking forever, so I decided to drive around the building and go inside. Well, when I was rounding the corner, I didn't notice the curb, and hit it really hard with both of my tires. They were both blown out and completely flat. It was really the best time for that to happen though because my dad had planned on replacing all four tires this weekend for our family reunion trip anyway. I called AAA to bring a flat bed tow truck and also called a tire company that said they would replace all four tires if I had the car towed to them. This was at 5:30PM. The tire place closed at 8:00 PM so that was good - I wouldn't have to miss work the next day if I got it taken care of that night. Well, AAA gave the tow company the wrong address, and a tow truck did not show up until 9:30! I waited in the parking lot for four hours, sitting on the curb - everyone looked at me like I was homeless - it was awful. I had to stay outside because I was waiting for the tow truck, and I couldn't turn on my car and put the air conditioner on because I was completely out of gas (that was my next stop.) On top of that, my cell phone battery was dead and I had to keep feeding the pay phone quarters, asking where the tow truck was.
About three hours after I had initially called AAA, I called again to ask how much longer the tow truck would be and they told me the same thing they had told me the past few hours - it would be there in 15 minutes. I asked them how they KNEW it would be there in 15 minutes because they kept telling me the same thing, and they got an attitude with me and said "Ma'am, I have been working here for 1 year, I know what I am doing." I replied with "I wasn't questioning if you knew how to do your job, I was questioning how you find out how long it takes for them to get here because it never gets here when you tell me it will." Then they hung up on me. I was not happy and almost had a nervous breakdown. I know no one in my town.
A tow truck finally showed up at 9:30PM (it's completely dark at this point and Gizmo has been in the cage for over 12 hours without going to the bathroom at my apartment.) It wasn't a flatbed tow truck though, and it was a different company that AAA sent because I had suggested it to them during one of our many conversations. The tow guy quickly changed out my spare tire and then put my car on the tow truck. He was a really nice guy, and consoled me when I got in the car (at this point, I was on the verge of tears because I was so upset with everything that had happened in the last 4 hours.) My mood began to improve and he dropped my car off outside of the tire place (which was now closed) and told me that he would take me home (which was good because I didn't have enough cash for a cab.) He even invited me to a bar with his friends which I politely refused. When I got home, I would call a cab and tell them to be at my house at a certain time in the morning to get to my car at the tire place and then I would hopefully be at work on time.
I was so happy to see Gizmo and hurriedly got him out of his cage and put a leash on him. I ran down three flights of stairs because he had to go to the bathroom so badly. When I got to the last two steps, the flip flops I was wearing turned the wrong way and I fell and broke my ankle. Does this sound familiar? My mom broke her ankle because of flip flops too. It was also the reason she eventually died (blood clot from surgery in case you don't know.)
At this point, my body is in shock. I know that there is something that is REALLY wrong with my ankle, but I have never broken a bone before and wasn't sure if it was just really badly twisted or what. I didn't hear a crack, and I didn't see anything "jutting" out, but I sure did see a baseball size bump on the outside of my left ankle. I immediately called my dad (I had my cell phone in my pocket, which I had charged by now) in tears and said "I think I broke my ankle." I had to repeat myself several times because my dad didn't think he heard me right.
I wanted to make sure that I had broken it before I rushed off to the ER (plus, I had no car and I live alone in an apartment on the 3rd floor and it was 10:00PM.) I elevated it and put some ice on it and then went to bed. I woke up at about 3:45AM and had to go to the bathroom. I couldn't even crawl I was in so much pain - I somehow "inched" my way to the bathroom and when I got up to sit down on the toliet (sorry for the intimate details) I felt my bone kind of shift and "dangle" in my leg. That was when I knew it was broken. I could feel exactly what bone it was (the smaller one in your shin.) The next day, Jess came to Boynton Beach to take me to the ER, where it was confirmed that it was a clean break of the smaller bone in my leg, just as I suspected. I will be on crutches for the next 6 weeks. They put a splint on it and bent my foot the way it is supposed to be (it was kind of just hanging) and then wrapped it up so it wouldn't grow the wrong way. I have an appointment on Monday at 1:15PM to get a cast put on it by an orthopedic surgeon. My dad is worried that I am waiting too long to get a cast put on it, but my ankle was swollen to a size literally of a softball by the time I had arrived at the emergency room, and they wanted to wait for the swelling to go down before putting the cast on. I unwrapped it today to see if the swelling had gone down and it has. The doctor prescribed me percocettes (spelling?) for the pain which has helped, but he only prescribed me enough for 3 days - I hope that the pain is gone by then? I think my mom has some left over because she didn't like them, but I think they expire at some point.
After I get my cast on Monday, I am going to try to drive to work - thankfully it is not my right foot - I still haven't tried to drive yet though. Anyway, it is very hard for me to just sit here on a Friday or Saturday night - oh well, it will be good for me.
Nice talkin' with y'all.