Jan 24, 2006 17:47
On friday I fractured my distil fibula. Thus: I am on crutches, and have a "splint" (which is not waterproof-and which cannot be signed. boo.)
It went thus. Running down the stairs with Dan. I stopped so he could kiss me, He ran past me and stopped so I could kiss him. But instead I ran into him, fell over and rolled my ankle. I hurt really bad.
In fact probably the worst pain of my life. Raiki helped a little but once Dan had found ice we'd decided I should go to the hospital. We got in Max's car and zoomed there. My ankle had swollen up to the size of a baseball! People told me, "that must hurt." I thanked them for their observations. I got to sit in a wheel chair! I got to wait an hour before I was admitted into the emergency room! I got to wait much longer!
Dan entertained me by sticking peices of paper between my toes (of the broken foot). I couldn't get them out and the hospital air made me sillier and sillier. I laughed and laughed.
Then they put the splint on.
"Ow!!!" I cried.
"this might hurt a little" said the nurse"
"That's so warm" I commented.
"this might be a little warm" she replied
...and that's what happened.