Because I got to go there AGAIN last night!
We made the mistake of trying to move my desk from downstairs in the basement to the upstairs dining room - where I was going to work until the den was unpacked (this weekend, preferably). Well, I had the heavier part of the desk on the stairs, mr. e. had the other part at the bottom of the stairs…and…
Well, let me just assure you that one should NEVER assume that a $50 cheapie desk from Office Max will be moveable without breaking. Because it’s not. Because it’ll fall on your foot.
So it was off to the emergency room we went, with me crying the whole way. I knew it was bad if I was crying - I don’t think I’ve ever cried with a broken bone.
Go figure, it’s a ‘bad sprain’. I didn’t realize the top of your foot could be sprained. However, they told me to go see the orthopedist next week, which I’ll do. Especially since I’ve gone to the ER with what they’ve told me was a sprained wrist (twice), a sprained hand (once), and a sprained ankle (twice), and the x-rays from the orthopedist have later showed a fracture. So I’ll be seeing the orthopedist. But for now, I’m in a tight Ace Bandage with a lovely post-op shoe (in blue - I asked for pink, but no dice) on my foot.
However, we did get in and out of the ER in under two hours. And my husband did crack me up by doing impressions of SNL’s Appalachian Emergency Room (‘Whatcha do now, Tyler?" "Well, you ain’t gonna believe this, but you know when you’re tryin’ to get the top off a jar of Vaseline, and it slips, and you sit on it?"). I laughed through my tears.
So much for unpacking the den this weekend. I’m sitting around with my foot up. and I keep telling my husband that they’re going to start a file on him at the ER.
And I’m on crutches. I hate those bitches. They’re on the lowest setting, and they STILL feel too tall for me. But to go down a size is too short.
And the cats are hungry, but I can’t feed them without falling over.