Friday, November 11, 2005

Shoes From Hates

I've decided to throw away a certain pair of shoes I have that are most likely out of style now anyway. Why, you ask? Let me tell you why.

Wednesday night, I went to a neighbor's house to drop off a packet to her. When I rang the doorbell, I thought this dude doesn't look familiar, but oh well. I asked him if he could give the packet to Jenni. He looked at me a little funny, but said he could make sure she got it. I thanked him and started back to my car. As I turned to head back to my car, I THOUGHT I was walking on the sidewalk, though I couldn't really tell for the million LEAVES that were all over the place, and I proceeded to step just ever so slightly far enough to twist the crap out of my foot!!! I limped my way back to my car in shame and through the nausea that was setting in due to the excruciating pain, I realized it was the WRONG HOUSE!!! I swalled my pride and limped back up to the door. I sheepishly rang the doorbell again and said "I just dropped off that packet and I think I got the wrong house"..... "Yes, she lives next door" he said. I took the packet from the guy and limped across the yard over to my friend's house and actually got it into the right hands this time. I then limped back to my van and drove the 2 blocks back to my house. I tore my stupid shoes off as quickly as I got into the house and was about to drive myself to the hospital because my foot HURT!!!

Hubby wasn't too far from coming home and when he got here I told him I was pretty sure I'd broken my foot and he needed to fix it. Yeah, by that time, I wasn't really in my right mind. He got a bag of frozen peas from the freezer (these make great ice packs, btw) and tried putting that on my foot. Well, I just about came flying off the couch! The pressure of anything touching my foot, much less something that was about a thousand degrees below zero nearly sent me through the roof! I decided I should call my orthopedic friend and see what he advised. I told him my symptoms and he said it didn't sound broken and as long as I could stand the pain, it would probably be ok to wait until the next morning to go to the doctor.

Yesterday morning, I visited the doctor's office that I never go to. When someone even asks me who my family doctor is, I don't know what to tell them because I never have to go! So I get there and wait........and wait........and wait......... and Mike is with me about to go NUTS and finally 45 minutes after my scheduled appointment time, they take me to another place to WAIT! Mike was about to blow a gasket and without him having to say anything, I could tell his wheels were turning on how he could figure out a way to run this office more efficiently. About an hour and a half after my scheduled appointment time, they get me in to x-ray. From that point, it seemed to go a little quicker. The doctor I had was wearing a bow-tie. He was probably in his late 30's and very friendly. I liked him and instantly trusted him. He did say I didn't have a broken foot and that the only broken thing I would need to mend was my pride.

So, I came home yesterday, put my foot up, and got to rest and watch my soap opera. That was nice. Although, if you remember in a previous post I talked about how much I love Thursdays. Yeah, well, yesterday was NOT one of those Thursdays that I loved. I hope next week is better.

In case you wondered, I'll no longer be wearing those shoes. They have thick soles and I've tripped more than a few times because of them. Therefore, they are now being designated for the trash man.

4 comments:

Carbon said...

Oh, my husband has the worst luck with spraining or twisting his ankles. It's one of the worst pains for sure. I hope you feel better real soon. (Glad u threw the shoes out!)

AfricaBleu said...

Ouch! Sorry, Jill.

I H-A-T-E going to the doctor because of that very reason - I don't have a whole day to sit around and do nothing. Why is the doctor's time so valuable but mine is worth crap? I should charge for every minute I have to sit and read old "Highlight" magazines.

Jill said...

Maki - yep, this is my 'bum' ankle anyway. I had a cast on it from a horrible sprain back in high school and it's just never been the same. So I can sympathize with your hubby on always twisting the ankles. It sucks for sure!

Beck - Oh the "Highlight" magazines! My hubby was actually reading me some dumb jokes out of there as we waited in our third waiting spot for the doctor. :) Gotta love waiting.... and waiting.... and waiting....

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