Every so often, my body decides to attempt to defy gravity. (Heaven knows my hair defies gravity on a daily basis, I consistently have Einstein hair when I wake up).
Now mostly if you saw my experiments with gravity you would attribute it to my natural lack of grace. It seems to me that if the floor is uneven a milimeter or so I'll find an invisible crack to trip on. This is why most of my shoes have a completetly flat sole, and hardly any traction. It actually helps me stay upright. Well most days. I had been looking at buying some Dankso shoes, as they come highly recommended from all my nurse coworkers. I sprang for these Sanita clogs, hoping that once I learned how to walk in them I'd be just dandy. And they are so cute! CUTE damnit!
Fast forward four days later. Surely I should have known better to attempt to jog in these clogs. I don't know what I was thinking. When M said "hurry we're gonna miss Em's show!" I busted out my trot ... and *BAM* I was lying on the floor writhing in agony. M thought I had dropped my keys on the ground, turned around just in time to see my fly through the air and land on my knees, and ending up face down. The crashing sound he heard was actually a tendon in my foot bitch-slapping me.
I limped to the auditorium, just in time to listen to Em give her author reading, and left shortly after that. I hoped that if I iced it, and kept my foot elevated that 10 hours later I would be well enough to return to work.
Wrong! When I tried to roll out of bed the next morning I couldn't put the slightest bit of pressure on my foot. Imagine my agony trying to get in the shower, it took me several minutes to figure out the only way I was getting past the tub was if I sat on the edge and swung my feet around. By the time I was ready for work, my right butt was cramping from all the hopping I was doing to get around.
Perhaps it would have been a good idea to call in sick. I wish I could! Unfortunately my coworker was out of town, and isotopes are expensive. I couldn't just leave all my patients hanging, many of who have to drive into Anchorage for the test. Yeah, I am a glutton for punishment.
By noon I was in serious pain, hoping that my foot wasn't broken. I had been zooming around on a chair most of the morning, looking like such a dork scooting backwards everywhere. Finally my boss got my coworker that works in the valley (an hour drive) to agree to drive in and finish up my patient load.
After hitting up the Urgent Care and discovering that my foot is only sprained (YAY!) I was able to spend the rest of Friday and the weekend babying my foot. And M bought me flowers and chocolate. Awwwww! Back at work today, and I'm still limping but able to get around without the crutch.
Moral of the story? I don't know. But I think it has something to do with vanity. :P