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pennywhistleOk, this IS Penny. I'm upstairs on my sisters computer. Getting here involves crawling on my hands and knees, one of which is quite bruised. So I will only be on the computer once a day.
I am stuck here on my parents couch until the 11th. :-( There is no tv and no computer in the living room. I AM BORED TO TEARS! I'm going to be doing a LOT of reading. So, if you want to call me, PLEASE DO! Email me at yuffie@zoomtown.com and I'll send you my #.
I have weak ankles. This is largely due to my weight. Anyway, Friday the 26th I was walking down my apartment stairs caring a large pile of pizza boxes to take them to the trash. Well, I thought I was at the last step, but I really had two more to go, so I stepped out onto nothing, fell on my face, twisted my left ankle and bruised my right knee and leg. I skipped work (LaRosa's) and went to the hospital. It was declared a sprain, I got an air cast and went home. I had to trade cars with my dad, because my car is a stick shift, and I couldn't work the clutch with my left ankle out of commission.
Wednesday I went back to work. I was taking it easy, going on light runs, not going to any apartments because of stairs. Well, I went on my second run, to a house. The first step to their house was quite tall, like a foot tall, give or take 2 inches. I was careful going up, but I was preoccupied with my nice sized tip on the way down and went sprawling, this time twisting my RIGHT ankle. I screamed and cried on their front step for about 10 minutes. They didn't hear me. (It IS good pizza). So I crawled on my hands and knees to my car, hauled myself into it, and drove back to LaRosa's using my left foot. Once I parked, I asked someone to get the Driver Manager. I said "promise me you won't laugh!" I was in a LOT of pain, much much much worse than my left ankle, and we were all convinced it was broken. They called the ambulance, and even the EMT's thought it looked broken. They got me in the ambulance, and tried to give me morphine as a drip, but my veins have a tendancy to hide when anyone looks for them. So they gave me 5mg as a shot. She asked me after a few minutes if it still hurt, and I said "Yes, but I don't care anymore" ^_~ It actually hurt a LOT LOT LOT. We got to the hospital, and they recognized me!! ^^;; The doctor came in with my X-Ray's and said "It looks fine, nothings broken" with a very I-could-care-less attitude. I'm really suprised he didn't tell me to walk it off. So they fitted me with yet another air-cast. FORTUNETLY, the right ankle counts as workers comp, so with that I went to an orthopedist yesterday.
I wasn't very happy with them. My right ankle is the one I sprain most often (I last sprained it in April, remember?) so I was glad that was the one being worked on. But the registration lady seemed to think I was a moron. She said, "which one is under worker's comp?" I said "the right one, don't even look at the left one." She said, "we'll need your insurance card for the left one" and I said "just don't look at the left one!" and she said "Do you have your insurance card?" so I sighed and told her my mom had it. She gets the card and says "Oh, we don't take Anthem 100." My mom just stares at her. I call to the lady from the exam room, "Just don't look at the left one!" and she says "We don't take Anthem 100, so will this be self pay or...?" I finally shouted, "MA'AM!! Can you please just not examine the left one?" She finally says, "Oh, ok." I said "Like I've been saying all along?" She said " I know you were saying that, but I didn't know you had Anthem 100." As you can tell, she pissed me off.
So the orthopedist says I tore two ligaments in my right ankle, and I'm going to be starting physical therapy, at LaRosa's expense. He told me to just copy the excersize's they gave me with the left foot. He also said I cannot walk or drive until August 11th. So my parents are keeping me here, on the couch, since they sold my old bed. It's very dull and very frustrating, and my mom snores.
At least I have happy pain pills that make me woozy. I spent all of Thursday in a lovely haze. But I have cut down on them, since I'd rather not get addicted, thank you. I'm down to only 1 or 1 and 1/2 a day now. Only when it REALLY hurts.
My cats are not pleased about being made to come stay in my old room. They're very confused. I try to let them out as much as possible, but they're afraid to go downstairs where the dog is. So I can only see them when I crawl upstairs.
I miss my apartment and my independence. AND I MISS WALKING!! o_O
Thanks to those of you that wished me well, it cheered me up ^_^
I am stuck here on my parents couch until the 11th. :-( There is no tv and no computer in the living room. I AM BORED TO TEARS! I'm going to be doing a LOT of reading. So, if you want to call me, PLEASE DO! Email me at yuffie@zoomtown.com and I'll send you my #.
I have weak ankles. This is largely due to my weight. Anyway, Friday the 26th I was walking down my apartment stairs caring a large pile of pizza boxes to take them to the trash. Well, I thought I was at the last step, but I really had two more to go, so I stepped out onto nothing, fell on my face, twisted my left ankle and bruised my right knee and leg. I skipped work (LaRosa's) and went to the hospital. It was declared a sprain, I got an air cast and went home. I had to trade cars with my dad, because my car is a stick shift, and I couldn't work the clutch with my left ankle out of commission.
Wednesday I went back to work. I was taking it easy, going on light runs, not going to any apartments because of stairs. Well, I went on my second run, to a house. The first step to their house was quite tall, like a foot tall, give or take 2 inches. I was careful going up, but I was preoccupied with my nice sized tip on the way down and went sprawling, this time twisting my RIGHT ankle. I screamed and cried on their front step for about 10 minutes. They didn't hear me. (It IS good pizza). So I crawled on my hands and knees to my car, hauled myself into it, and drove back to LaRosa's using my left foot. Once I parked, I asked someone to get the Driver Manager. I said "promise me you won't laugh!" I was in a LOT of pain, much much much worse than my left ankle, and we were all convinced it was broken. They called the ambulance, and even the EMT's thought it looked broken. They got me in the ambulance, and tried to give me morphine as a drip, but my veins have a tendancy to hide when anyone looks for them. So they gave me 5mg as a shot. She asked me after a few minutes if it still hurt, and I said "Yes, but I don't care anymore" ^_~ It actually hurt a LOT LOT LOT. We got to the hospital, and they recognized me!! ^^;; The doctor came in with my X-Ray's and said "It looks fine, nothings broken" with a very I-could-care-less attitude. I'm really suprised he didn't tell me to walk it off. So they fitted me with yet another air-cast. FORTUNETLY, the right ankle counts as workers comp, so with that I went to an orthopedist yesterday.
I wasn't very happy with them. My right ankle is the one I sprain most often (I last sprained it in April, remember?) so I was glad that was the one being worked on. But the registration lady seemed to think I was a moron. She said, "which one is under worker's comp?" I said "the right one, don't even look at the left one." She said, "we'll need your insurance card for the left one" and I said "just don't look at the left one!" and she said "Do you have your insurance card?" so I sighed and told her my mom had it. She gets the card and says "Oh, we don't take Anthem 100." My mom just stares at her. I call to the lady from the exam room, "Just don't look at the left one!" and she says "We don't take Anthem 100, so will this be self pay or...?" I finally shouted, "MA'AM!! Can you please just not examine the left one?" She finally says, "Oh, ok." I said "Like I've been saying all along?" She said " I know you were saying that, but I didn't know you had Anthem 100." As you can tell, she pissed me off.
So the orthopedist says I tore two ligaments in my right ankle, and I'm going to be starting physical therapy, at LaRosa's expense. He told me to just copy the excersize's they gave me with the left foot. He also said I cannot walk or drive until August 11th. So my parents are keeping me here, on the couch, since they sold my old bed. It's very dull and very frustrating, and my mom snores.
At least I have happy pain pills that make me woozy. I spent all of Thursday in a lovely haze. But I have cut down on them, since I'd rather not get addicted, thank you. I'm down to only 1 or 1 and 1/2 a day now. Only when it REALLY hurts.
My cats are not pleased about being made to come stay in my old room. They're very confused. I try to let them out as much as possible, but they're afraid to go downstairs where the dog is. So I can only see them when I crawl upstairs.
I miss my apartment and my independence. AND I MISS WALKING!! o_O
Thanks to those of you that wished me well, it cheered me up ^_^
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