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Dec. 15th, 2019 08:08 pmSecond fancy cat bed obtained. Cats now spend large chunks of the morning asleep in fancy cat beds. Hooray!
On the other hand, I get to spend very large chunks of the next week or so in a compression boot. I was running for the T at Washington Square and tripped over the dent in the pavers. Gave myself road rash on both palms and the left knee, and realized my right ankle felt wrong (and my vision went white for a while, which was very upsetting in general. Fortunately it came back again, but it felt like it was out for five minutes.). When my brain started working again I tried to walk back to the intersection, just to see if I could walk at all, and realized I couldn't walk home. The next best thing I could think of was to go to Coolidge Corner on the T and then take a cab home. Except I remembered there's a Partners urgent care in Coolidge Corner and my ankle hurt all the way up to my thigh, so I went there instead.
Examination led to x-rays, which led to inconclusive diagnosis. It's definitely sprained and righteously swollen, but they can't decide if it's slightly fractured or not. (But I am most likely still going to be able to go to Bonaire.) They were going to let me go home and put on my pre-existing air cast, but I had only gotten as far as the post office when the NP caught up with me and brought me back in for the boot. I must admit it feels better in the boot than it did in my sneaker.
Anyway, then I went to Trader Joe's because I was thirsty, and then I walked up to JP Licks (for lack of buses) and applied ice cream to my wounded dignity, and called my parents lest my mother see what I had posted on FB and start worrying. In lieu of reading Winnie the Pooh to me (which was part of the aftercare for stomach flu and broken bones and other such disasters when we were little) she narrated some of the Patriots game, which amused me. And then I walked up to Comm Ave (for lack of buses, again) and got on the T and then walked home. By the time I got home, I was ready to get the hell off that foot and stay that way until Tuesday, but I couldn't, because I had to do laundry because all the warm socks were in it. (Sock shopping was one of the errands I didn't get to do today.) So I did laundry and have been mostly staying the hell off that foot since. But only mostly, because the bathroom is at the other end of the hall. Lily has been freaking out about the velcro noises the boot makes when I walk.
I have to go to work tomorrow. But I'm sorely (ha ha) tempted not to go to work on Tuesday in the snow with the boot on, because I don't want a cold wet foot and I don't want to put a plastic bag on the boot and then slip and kill the other ankle. And I don't really want to try the air cast until the swelling goes down.
All in all I can think of better things to do with a Sunday afternoon.
On the other hand, I get to spend very large chunks of the next week or so in a compression boot. I was running for the T at Washington Square and tripped over the dent in the pavers. Gave myself road rash on both palms and the left knee, and realized my right ankle felt wrong (and my vision went white for a while, which was very upsetting in general. Fortunately it came back again, but it felt like it was out for five minutes.). When my brain started working again I tried to walk back to the intersection, just to see if I could walk at all, and realized I couldn't walk home. The next best thing I could think of was to go to Coolidge Corner on the T and then take a cab home. Except I remembered there's a Partners urgent care in Coolidge Corner and my ankle hurt all the way up to my thigh, so I went there instead.
Examination led to x-rays, which led to inconclusive diagnosis. It's definitely sprained and righteously swollen, but they can't decide if it's slightly fractured or not. (But I am most likely still going to be able to go to Bonaire.) They were going to let me go home and put on my pre-existing air cast, but I had only gotten as far as the post office when the NP caught up with me and brought me back in for the boot. I must admit it feels better in the boot than it did in my sneaker.
Anyway, then I went to Trader Joe's because I was thirsty, and then I walked up to JP Licks (for lack of buses) and applied ice cream to my wounded dignity, and called my parents lest my mother see what I had posted on FB and start worrying. In lieu of reading Winnie the Pooh to me (which was part of the aftercare for stomach flu and broken bones and other such disasters when we were little) she narrated some of the Patriots game, which amused me. And then I walked up to Comm Ave (for lack of buses, again) and got on the T and then walked home. By the time I got home, I was ready to get the hell off that foot and stay that way until Tuesday, but I couldn't, because I had to do laundry because all the warm socks were in it. (Sock shopping was one of the errands I didn't get to do today.) So I did laundry and have been mostly staying the hell off that foot since. But only mostly, because the bathroom is at the other end of the hall. Lily has been freaking out about the velcro noises the boot makes when I walk.
I have to go to work tomorrow. But I'm sorely (ha ha) tempted not to go to work on Tuesday in the snow with the boot on, because I don't want a cold wet foot and I don't want to put a plastic bag on the boot and then slip and kill the other ankle. And I don't really want to try the air cast until the swelling goes down.
All in all I can think of better things to do with a Sunday afternoon.
