Week 5 after my back operation to get those nasty tumors removed, I took the dog for a walk and dislocated my ankle in the woods outside my building. I popped my ankle back in and screamed for help for half an hour. A man came out to his car and I know he saw and heard me. He stopped for a moment to look at me on the forest floor, then he got in his car and left.
10 minutes later and I was alternating screaming HELP ME and FIRE (because I read a study somewhere that concerned citizens were more apt to respond to cries of "fire!" than "help!"  ). I'd been bawling on my hands and knees for a good half hour and my ankle was POUNDING, so I took 2 deep breaths and started to crawl out of the forest, wrapping the dog leash around my arm so my husky wouldn't take off. 
It must have taken a long time, because it was getting dark, but a lady in a walker found me on my hands and knees. She recognized my dog, but since I'm not the one who walks him normally (BF's job), she had looked over to see what was going on and spotted me on the ground. She let me use her cell phone to call BF, and let me sit on the stool part of her walker until he came.
I will never leave home without my cell phone ever again.  
BF marched me up the stairs military-style. It's times like these that I vow never to live on a third floor walk-up ever, ever again.
By the time he got me on the sofa, my ankle was so swollen we contemplated cutting off my Ugg. We got the boot off with a little pop from my ankle that probably re-set the foot better than I'd done before.
I wrapped the ankle and iced it, then took as much medicine as my system could tolerate. I don't have health insurance, so the hospital was not an option. It was a simple rotation inversion, one of 20 to 25 I've subjected to that ankle. I called my mom for some crutches the next day. To give you an idea of how many times I've done this, my mom asked me, "Which set of crutches do you want?"
This happened Monday, 2 weeks and 2 days ago. I had an appointment with my fibromyalgia doctor 2 days after, so he felt around to make sure everything was kosher. I got an extra prescription of dilaudid  , and a stern caution: "Now don't do anything else to yourself." He's a cool guy. He even commented on all the pretty colors my skin had turned. *sigh* He said my back scar was coming along nicely too.
So anyway, crutches are a b^tch, especially with my back healing, but I have to deal. I've been surviving on bread, water and nutterbutters because BF's bedside manner leaves much to be desired.
That's all I've got for now. More later, I promise. I've missed you guys a lot!!!!
~nelly~
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