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Broke my foot
Apr. 8th, 2006 05:31 pmWent out drinking with a coworker in from our london office last night. Since he was here I figured I'd show him our english pub and we went to the Dog and Duck, I marinated in fond memories of many many times hanging out on the front porch and sucked down beer he bought with his expense account (he thought it was too cold and fizzy, but at least it was the right color). The service there has really gone down hill since Mike opened Opels so we went there.
We had a pretty good evening blathering about workfolk, economics (he's kind of a conservative/thatcherite), Neil Stephenson, computers and difference in our countries. I was walking back up the intter stairs from the bathroom and misjudged the height of a step and nailed the side of my left foot on the lip of the tread. Hurt like holy hell, but I figured it was just a twisted ankle. We finished our beers and I took him back to his hotel and home myself cussing loudly every time I had to shift gears.
It hurt all night long and in the morning I realized it wasn't a twisted ankle and was probably a broke foot. I called my doctor and they said to come in to the office because they'd need to examine it to know where to X-ray and they could see me in 2 hours. I crawled around and got dressed and hobbled out to the truck. Got my self up there and in the office with some really painful hobbeling. They finally saw me, said it might be broken but that the X-ray people next door were not open on the weekend and I was going to need to go to an ER.
I lost it and got very upset. I was mad that I had wasted 2 hours and a considerable amount pain because their person was too stupid to realize that their radiology was closed on saturday and now I had to go to an ER and wait forever there for someone to see me and because it was now midday the wait would be much longer than it would have if I just went there in the first place.
Spent 2-3 hours waiting at Seton NW for them to get to me, finally got in and got X-rayed and yep, I have Pseudo-Jones Fracture, gave me a walking boot, a pair of crutches, and a script for vicodin and told me to put as much weight on it as I could, Rest, Ice, and Elevation when I was home. And if nothing goes wrong I should be fine in 6-8 weeks.
We had a pretty good evening blathering about workfolk, economics (he's kind of a conservative/thatcherite), Neil Stephenson, computers and difference in our countries. I was walking back up the intter stairs from the bathroom and misjudged the height of a step and nailed the side of my left foot on the lip of the tread. Hurt like holy hell, but I figured it was just a twisted ankle. We finished our beers and I took him back to his hotel and home myself cussing loudly every time I had to shift gears.
It hurt all night long and in the morning I realized it wasn't a twisted ankle and was probably a broke foot. I called my doctor and they said to come in to the office because they'd need to examine it to know where to X-ray and they could see me in 2 hours. I crawled around and got dressed and hobbled out to the truck. Got my self up there and in the office with some really painful hobbeling. They finally saw me, said it might be broken but that the X-ray people next door were not open on the weekend and I was going to need to go to an ER.
I lost it and got very upset. I was mad that I had wasted 2 hours and a considerable amount pain because their person was too stupid to realize that their radiology was closed on saturday and now I had to go to an ER and wait forever there for someone to see me and because it was now midday the wait would be much longer than it would have if I just went there in the first place.
Spent 2-3 hours waiting at Seton NW for them to get to me, finally got in and got X-rayed and yep, I have Pseudo-Jones Fracture, gave me a walking boot, a pair of crutches, and a script for vicodin and told me to put as much weight on it as I could, Rest, Ice, and Elevation when I was home. And if nothing goes wrong I should be fine in 6-8 weeks.
