Today I fell at work. Hard. I was walking down the hall to pick up a copy of an invoice that I had printed and my ankle twisted out from under me and BAM! Down I went on my knee. On the tile floor. At work. Ugh.
It hurt, and I was embarrassed, filled out an in incident report, iced and wrapped and elevated my foot and changed into my tennis shoes (let’s hear it for having my gym bag in the car!). A couple of hours later, after determining that walking made me want to cry, I decided to go to the doctor.
As an aside, Workers comp doctors offices are really weird. There was a trucker there who crashed his big rig and crashed into his window. His arms were bloody and I believe he had a concussion, because he was acting strange. He still had glass clinging to his clothes. Gross.
Aaaaanyways, I got x-rays of my foot, ankle and knee. Nothing is broken, but badly sprained. I have to go to physical therapy two times a week for three weeks, and I am now waiting patiently for pain meds at a pharmacy.
Other than the fact that I am still in excruciating pain (seriously, tears in my eyes when I put pressure on my left foot), the worst part of this ordeal is the terrible new country music that I’ve been forced to listen to at each of my medical destinations. Seriously, country people? This music is disgusting. Bad song writing, terrible fake twangy accents, overproduction, and I heard a country rap song that made me want to die of embarrassment for the artist. I’d rather listen to Katy Perry. And that is saying a lot. A lot.
Now I’m going home to put my foot up and wallow in self pity. Gifts of ice cream are readily accepted.
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