Return of the gimp

So it was around this time last year that I pulled my ACL (MCL? I can't remember) and was gimping about with a cane for a few weeks. This year I went for an upgrade - full crutches! See, Tuesday evening I was heading out to teach my knitting class, and had loaded all my gear in the car and had just locked the front door. I turned, put my right foot down - through the porch floor. Up to mid-thigh. And fell on my face (well, belly actually, no damage to the face!)

Then - I hollered. I may have hollered on the way down, but I know I definitely screamed HELP HELP HELP MEEEE! HELP ME I NEED HELP AT # XX! For about 10 minutes. No one came. So I pulled myself out of the hole in the porch (wrenching and scraping as I went), dragged myself down to the car (where my cellphone and everything was already, and the door open), and drove to the hospital, calling (1) the store, (2) my husband, (3) my Yumi, and (4) my parents as I came to stoplights.

Hospital emergency parking - park the car. By this point I can hardly move the leg, but nothing went SNAP! so I'm pretty sure it's not broken. Got out of the car. Nearly fell down, held on to the car and the adjacent car and started dragging towards the door. Nice policeman sitting in his car directly across asks me if I need help. (um, duh?) He gets me a guy with a wheelchair, guy (who's name is Gordon, and who I have to find out who he works for, he's a freaking angel) gets me into the wheelchair, into emergency, into the triage station, gets me a box of Kleenex and tells me - repeatedly - that I did the right thing, I'm in the right place, and I'm not an idiot. This helped much, because I was pretty much hysterical by this point.

Nice triage nurse checks the leg out (I was wearing a long skirt, so easy to look), takes my BP/temp and asks me to rate my pain out of 10. 10 is the worst pain imaginable. I'm feeling eight-ish. She gets me Percoset and something else, which I take, and then I get wheeled down to Urgent Care. And I sit. And I wheel over to the payphone (fifty cents for a freakin' pay phone call now!), and call my mommy, who is enroute, and call back my Yumi, who does not now need to be enroute because Mommy and Daddy are coming (see, someone was going to have to take my car back home for me - smart, yes?)

And I talk to the nice lady waiting at Urgent Care, and I try to read my book because I'm too stoned off the Percoset to knit. (DAMMIT!) And I feel sleepy, and I read, and then Mom and Dad are there, then I go get checked (nice nurse D'arcy looks after me), and then I go for x-rays (nice x-ray lady Diana), and then I come back and Doctor (what's her name? dunno) says nothing's broken but no weight for 72 hours and go see my family doctor on Thursday. And by then Peter is there but by the time we get home we've missed House. Damn.

Yesterday I did basically nothing. Go pee, ice the knee, take the pills and sit and try to knit. It takes 10 minutes to get from the recliner in the living room to the bathroom and back. Today (it's Thursday now) Peter drops me at the folks' for the day and Mom takes me to the doctor. Congratulations! It's not the knee, the knee is (surprisingly) ok. But Surprise! I have a torn hamstring. TORN. Yeah, that would explain the searing pain every time I sit down. No going in to work until after Thanksgiving. No driving. Start physio tomorrow.

So tomorrow (and next week), Peter will drop me at mom & dad's on the way to work, I will somehow get into the corporate network from their place (tomorrow morning I talk to the IT guys) to get work done, I will go for physio in the afternoons and in the evening I will sleep. And I will get better, and it could have been much much worse.

So, how's your week going?