One day I'll learn (or at least I hope so)
So this morning I woke and there was little to no pain in my stupid ankle, first time in a long time (even before it got jacked up again.) I was really excited and thought that maybe just maybe I could try to start working out a little bit on Monday. (nothing big but at least something) I went into work a little early today (because I didn't really see any point in coming home and then having to turn around and leave about 10-15 mins after getting here, especially because I wasn't that far from work). I was excited too, because like I said my ankle finally stopped hurting. I was finally going to be able to go back to doing my regular job and we had an event tonight which meant that I was actually going to be active. Heck I could even balance all of my weight on my bad foot (granted I couldn't do it for very long and I was wearing the brace but it didn't hurt when I did it so I was happy)
After about 1/2 hour my supervisor comes into my office where I was working on putting the names of the clients into a mailing database (boring as hell but it needed to be done) and she asked if I could cover the front desk until 4 (that's when the center closes) because I had recovered faster than they thought I would. (not really sure why they thought it was going to take forever considering I didn't actually injure just aggravated it some how)
So I sat at the front desk and just continued to do the work that I was doing in my office, only difference was I had to answer the phone when it rang. At 4 I turned the phones over to the voicemail system and went back to my office to continue working on my project because the event wasn't scheduled to start until 5.
About a 445 the people started coming so I left my office and went to the gym. We had a basic tennis skills workshop today (which someone else teachs) so I spent most of the next 2 hours chasing down tennis balls. After about an hour my ankle started getting sore so I tried to get off of it but my supervisor came into the gym and I just didn't feel right about sitting around, so I pushed it a little bit. By the end of the night it was really starting to bug me so I took some tylenol (that I keep in my office) and then finished picking up the stray balls.
It was about 10 mins until we were supposed to stop so I told my sup I was going to go warm up the van to take them home. (it runs off of propane so it takes a little bit more effort to get it started, especially in the cold) I pulled the van out and started to get it ready to load when I almost busted my ass on the ice (I really hate black ice). After that I decided it would probably be better just to pull next to the curb out front where there is no ice, which my sup seemed to get a little irrated about but I figured that was better than one of the falling trying to get into the van. And with the issues we had as it was it's very likely that at least one of them would have.
There were only 2 that needed a ride home but they were on opposite sides of town and it took me close to an hour to drop them both off and get back to the center. Ended up missing the first half of Grey's as a result too damn it. (what really sucks is that I'm going to miss the whole thing next week because I have to work but my friend is going to try and tape it for me)
Tomorrow ought to be interesting. I get to sweep and mop the gym floor. Normally I wouldn't care to much, but not really sure how well my ankle is going to hold up. I figure I'll do it first thing when I get there so hopefully it will hold up longer and then I'll have plenty of time to let it rest after the fact. The only thing that really stinks is that after tonight I know there's really no way I can start trying to do much of anything that's going to require using my ankle at least for a little while. The good news is, it does seem to be doing at least a little better. I talked to someone from work and they recommended a foot and ankle surgeon/doctor so I'm going to try to get an appointment with them once the insurance will cover it. (need to call tomorrow and find out when exactly that will be and then call the morons back in Ga. to get my records sent there. that way, maybe just maybe I can finally get it taken care of. hoping if they have all the x-ray, bone scan, ct-scan, etc. results that maybe they'll actually believe me and realize that this in fact a chronic problem and the treatments they tried thus far haven't worked. part of me is scared they'll decide to go ahead and cut it open and try to fix it that way, and another part of me is scared they won't. stupid huh?)
After about 1/2 hour my supervisor comes into my office where I was working on putting the names of the clients into a mailing database (boring as hell but it needed to be done) and she asked if I could cover the front desk until 4 (that's when the center closes) because I had recovered faster than they thought I would. (not really sure why they thought it was going to take forever considering I didn't actually injure just aggravated it some how)
So I sat at the front desk and just continued to do the work that I was doing in my office, only difference was I had to answer the phone when it rang. At 4 I turned the phones over to the voicemail system and went back to my office to continue working on my project because the event wasn't scheduled to start until 5.
About a 445 the people started coming so I left my office and went to the gym. We had a basic tennis skills workshop today (which someone else teachs) so I spent most of the next 2 hours chasing down tennis balls. After about an hour my ankle started getting sore so I tried to get off of it but my supervisor came into the gym and I just didn't feel right about sitting around, so I pushed it a little bit. By the end of the night it was really starting to bug me so I took some tylenol (that I keep in my office) and then finished picking up the stray balls.
It was about 10 mins until we were supposed to stop so I told my sup I was going to go warm up the van to take them home. (it runs off of propane so it takes a little bit more effort to get it started, especially in the cold) I pulled the van out and started to get it ready to load when I almost busted my ass on the ice (I really hate black ice). After that I decided it would probably be better just to pull next to the curb out front where there is no ice, which my sup seemed to get a little irrated about but I figured that was better than one of the falling trying to get into the van. And with the issues we had as it was it's very likely that at least one of them would have.
There were only 2 that needed a ride home but they were on opposite sides of town and it took me close to an hour to drop them both off and get back to the center. Ended up missing the first half of Grey's as a result too damn it. (what really sucks is that I'm going to miss the whole thing next week because I have to work but my friend is going to try and tape it for me)
Tomorrow ought to be interesting. I get to sweep and mop the gym floor. Normally I wouldn't care to much, but not really sure how well my ankle is going to hold up. I figure I'll do it first thing when I get there so hopefully it will hold up longer and then I'll have plenty of time to let it rest after the fact. The only thing that really stinks is that after tonight I know there's really no way I can start trying to do much of anything that's going to require using my ankle at least for a little while. The good news is, it does seem to be doing at least a little better. I talked to someone from work and they recommended a foot and ankle surgeon/doctor so I'm going to try to get an appointment with them once the insurance will cover it. (need to call tomorrow and find out when exactly that will be and then call the morons back in Ga. to get my records sent there. that way, maybe just maybe I can finally get it taken care of. hoping if they have all the x-ray, bone scan, ct-scan, etc. results that maybe they'll actually believe me and realize that this in fact a chronic problem and the treatments they tried thus far haven't worked. part of me is scared they'll decide to go ahead and cut it open and try to fix it that way, and another part of me is scared they won't. stupid huh?)