May 11, 2008 14:21
Last Tuesday night, my leg went to sleep to the point where it was utterly and completely numb. Like the idiot that I am, I thought that I could somehow get up and make the three feet walk from S's room to mine while it was in this state. WRONG. The first step seemed to go okay at first, but then the sickening pop crunch pop noise that came afterwards proved that wrong.
Looking down to assess the damage, I could see the ankle itself was in tact. I had somehow managed to damage my foot instead. Foot did not look too bad, other than some mild swelling. Thinking it wasn't serious, I decided to go to bed without icing it.
The next 2.5 feet of the walk to my bed were of such a nature it is hard to describe. I felt like I was going to throw up or pass out. I don't know if it was from the shock to my system or what. I was clammy and sweating by the time I managed to crawl into bed.
The next morning, I could walk on it, but it was swollen so big I couldn't put on a dress shoe for work. I ended up wearing a dress shoe on the left, and a Hello Kitty house shoe on the right.
Each night, I've been putting it up on pillows, and the swelling goes down temporarily, but by each afternoon, I'm struck with Fat Foot again. The pain is mostly on the right side near the bottom. I don't know if this is normal with a ligament pull, or if I've managed to crack a bone or what.
At least it's not like the last time I sprained my ankle. I was purple from the bottom of my foot to my knee.