Yup – I’ve got a big giant Robot Boot on my foot and I don’t even have a cool story to tell about how it happened. It’s not like I can be like “I was rock climbing and was pounced on by a mountain lion but I held it off with a spear that I made from a nearby tree. I hurt my foot when it attacked.”
Instead, my story is more humiliating. I have trouble with stairs you see.
Since Mr Delusional had the day off, I was happy that I could go sit on the back deck and watch my daycare kids play around in the back yard while he went to go pick up our kids from school. This meant that, hurrah (!) I could read my book outside without (too many) interruptions.
So – we headed out to play. Of course, someone had to poop, so we trooped back inside for that, then went back outside again to play. I was in a really good spot in my book – and so I was reading along as we headed back out. My deck is a bi-level thing – there’s a “mini deck” that’s about 6 stairs above the lower, main deck. So – the kids have run on down and are heading to the sandbox while I’m reading as I hold on to the rail with one hand, and step down the stairs.
That’s when it happened.
I thought that I was on the bottom step and then just needed to go over to my lounge chair to sit. I was wrong. In fact, I was still on the second step above the deck…but I stepped off, expecting to find flooring and found only air. I went down in a whoop of surprise, a jamble of flying books and coffee mugs and landed on the outside of my foot – it rolled, twisted and crunched. I screamed. The daycare kids came running, “Heder, you okay? Heder – you fell down! You okay, Heder??”
No – I wasn’t okay. I shakily reached into my pocked for my cell phone and called Mr D. ”I think I broke my ankle” I told him – my voice filled with tears. ”I’ll be right there,” he said – threw the kids into the car and came to rescue me.
By the time he got here – I’d managed to crawl back up the stairs (after rescuing my book…the coffee, however, was a total loss) and was wimpering softly on the sofa while the daycare kids watched the Disney channel.
I eventually made it to the hospital – where I waited FOREVER. Good news is that I did manage to finish my book. The irony? It’s called Born to Run and while I was reading I was itching to get back into my running program. ”I’m going to do some foot strengthening exercises and get back to the joy of running” - that’s what I was thinking in the moments before I fell down. (I’m no marathoner and will never be any Hussein Bolt, but I do love to run – who’d have thunk?)
By this time, I knew there was nothing wrong with my ankle, it wasn’t hurting – but I had a gnawing pain in my foot. When the doctor came to check it out – he suspected a break in my metatarsal bones and possibly up into the cuboid – which I was told pretty much meant I’d need to see an Orthopedic Surgeon. Thankfully though – xrays proved it was just a severe sprain. Typically, I’d have left there with a pair of crutches and a tensor bandage – but due to my chosen occupation and the need for freedom (and safety of those little guys) they offered the boot. A robot boot. The kids are going to love it.