If I were to have pictures of the last 3 days, this is what you would see.
(above) Me sitting next to Sally at the bottom of the playground stairs with my hands covering my face. Wondering if the golf-ball size swelling on my right ankle was real. Did I really just twist it carrying Sally down those stairs? The swelling was immediate. And huge. Happened Saturday.
Hannah helping me hobble over to our pool-side table where we had just started to get settled.
Sitting on a pool chair calling Justin. He was at an 11-Year-Old Scout campout and didn't have his phone on him.
Everyone's faces when they saw my injury. The scrawny lifeguard wins the award for best reaction. None were offensive but most were a little dramatic. Being in shock I didn't fully appreciate them at the time.
Head lifeguard and Amanda (friend & future nurse) fitting me with a beach towel & tape splint.
2 scrawny lifeguards carrying me to my van. The head lifeguard had just informed me she'd get her big strong lifeguard to help, but for some reason he watched while 2 little dudes did the job.
My van pulling away. Hannah driving. Amanda as passenger. Me in the back. All in swim apparel.
Lori and 3 husbands (still hadn't got ahold of mine) staying behind at the pool w/all the kids...probably wondering what became of their afternoon that was supposed to be fun. (but really everyone was so beyond nice and helpful)
Amanda wheeling me into the ER (still in swim apparel).
Hannah's towel skirt falling off in the parking lot.
An empty ER room! Immediate service.
An x-ray (in swim apparel).
Justin made it!
Standing up to get fitted for crutches. Swim skirt below my rear (Justin thought I was aware so he didn't tell me but pretty much my entire body was numb and tingly so I wasn't feeling much).
No break (phew!). Sprain. Crutches & air cast for a week. Then air cast maybe another week.
Hobbling around on crutches. Awkward. Uncoordinated.
Bruises from crutches. Sore knees from crawling when needing a break from crutches. (K really I wouldn't post those pictures, I just want you to feel sorry for me).
Hannah painting my toes yellow (she & Amanda visited since I won't be driving in the near future).
Resting. Reading. Icing.
Kids using crutches as weapons.
My sprain pain is minimal...mostly just an inconvenience. Still swollen and sensitive. The crutches hurt worse than my injury. Kids are pretty helpful while Justin's at work...and also pretty aware that I can't enforce anything. Friends are awesome. Timing is not (moving Mon or Tues, packing ourselves). And I'm not depressed (that was mostly for sister Rachel who said my last post was too depressing :))