Three weeks ago I was teaching my Zumba class at the library where they are replacing the A.C.
( who the heck replaces a system in summer?!) HOT doesn't have enough letters to describe how uncomfortably hot it was in that room.
The sweat covered ken tile floor was just too much for my purple ZOOM Nike's and DOWN I went!
I was more stunned that I suddenly was on my Buttocks then I was embarrassed for being down there.
I didn't even realize I had slipped, it was that quick.
I felt a shooting pain on the top of my foot, but once I stood up... it didn't hurt too much... so what do you do when you're a CRAZY albeit nervous nelly?? YOU keep on dancin'! Like I thought I was in Pippin or something, the show must go on! so crazzzzzy lucy gets up, motions to her sweet concerned Zumba girls that she is OKaY! And continues the FUN,Fabulous songs for another 15 min.
My ankle felt 'fragile' but it didn't hurt to dance, walk, climb the library stairs or drive home.
Regardless, I decided to R.I.C.E.all that day! (Rest, ice, compression and elevate.)
The following day I worked a 10 hour day on my feet. By evening, my ankle was So swollen, that I got VErY nervous.. I called my orthopedic, but he and his group were at a convention! the following day, I worked again, but cut my day short to ice and rest some more. One of my sweet friends was an ER nurse, she looked me over and she told me she thought it was just a sprain. I felt relieved by her opinion and It felt well enough that I decided to teach Zumba monday and tuesday with the help of my amazing Students, who know my routines real well.
About a week later, my ankle was less swollen and only hurting in certain positions. But I decided (thanks to a client who owns an insurance company) to be smart and see my doc. to touch base (and document my fall, especially that my lower back was hurting too ) My dr. didn't think my ankle was broken but thought an MRI would be smart, since i am on my feet for both of my jobs. She wanted to make sure ligaments, tendons (and whatever else we have in there )were Okay. ( I will have to wait for insurance approval.) The next day, I decided to spring (well , summer)clean my neglected bedroom. I got up too quickly from being on my hands and knees vacuuming under furniture and accidentally put all of my weight on the top of my foot and I SCREAMED profanities to an empty house like a downed surfer to the roaring sea. WOW....took me back 20 years to the labor and delivery room!
For the next week, my ankle felt worse than it did after that library zumba class.
I decided to call my podiatrist. ankle? foot? same thing,no? he is right near my home and he is a BIG personality and a GREAT dr. ... unfortunately, he was away (surfing?) but his associate was able to see me.
He did an xray, and told me that I didn't have a sprain I instead had a fractured fibula!! My first break in nearly 54 careful, boring years??? I could, however, continue doing all I was doing and it would heal... I felt like such a moron. I was beating myself up for not getting an xray sooner. If it were one of my dare devil, accident prone sons... they would have been in the ER the same day! I drowned my regrets and foolishness in two lovely glasses of pinot noir and fell asleep.
Today My dr.called, telling me she got the approval for the MRI... when I told her it was a fracture, she said it would be smart to see an orthopedist. I started feeling so stupid AGAIN! although, that IS who I called initially, that is THE bone expert, right?? Why didn't I try him again? It's been 3 weeks and NOW I want to see him...sooo desperately! I suddenly think the Foot dr. is a moron too! I don't trust anyone but this BONE man who I SHOULD have called back!
Well, I just came back from Mr. bones office. he couldn't make out anything in the cloudy,foggy xray that the podiatrists RECEPTIONIST took.... so he took his own. Guess what? I have a freaking SPrained ankle and it will talke time, but It will be FINE! It is NOT a BREAK! my sweet ER nurse friend was RIght! I still feel stupid and overwhelmed... even though I writing this while on my 2nd glass of pinot.