It WOULD happen like That

My first bone breaking. Well, fracturing, but it's still some kind of 'this is not how the bone should be' kind of thing.

Sunday had started out like a nice day. I played some video games, let my family know I'd be coming home on Monday to deliver my KWHS application in full, and went to visit Kaylyn at Lambeth. As I was leaving I walked down the hill towards where I had parked and rolled my foot. I stumbled forward and leaned against the railing at the bottom of the hill and thought "Damn. I'm going to vomit...[deep breath][deep breath]...[try to put weight on it]...ok....ok...I don't think I can drive like this." I limped slowly towards my car where I collapsed into the driver's seat and managed to push the clutch down and start my car. I figured I had just twisted it badly but that it would get better. I made my way to Barrack's Road where I tried to stand in the Chipotle line, but the pain started getting worse and I felt like I was going to throw up so I hobbled back out to my car, leaned the seat back, and proceeded to take an hour nap in the parking lot, hoping the pain would subside by then.

It didn't, but I still managed to get dinner in some form and drove back to my apartment. I had started to feel better by this point, but when I tried to stand up, my left leg gave out in pain and I crumpled to the side. I limped back to my room and tried to watch Netflix, but decided that I should try resting some more. When I woke up again, my foot had started to swell, so I began to RICE it and texted Kaylyn to see what to do about a possible fracture or sprain. She told me to just keep doing what I was doing and to see a doctor the next day.

I eventually got to sleep and when I woke up for class, my foot was swollen and bruised and I couldn't stand on it at all. I called my mom and got her to make a doctor's appointment for me since I was still coming home to drop off my application. I made it home, went to the doctor, and got an x-ray. Initially they just told me that I had popped the fifth metatarsal tendon resulting in a 'bad sprain', so I limped back to my car and drove home to RICE it some more. As I was sitting in the living room, my mom handed me the phone. It was the doctor calling to tell me that the radiologist confirmed an "undisplaced linear fracture" meaning that I hadn't actually shifted the bone, but had cracked it. Erin brought up her crutches and I began to learn how to live my life for the next 4-6 weeks.

I'm terrible at walking with crutches. After getting bored from sitting by myself in the living room for hours, I ventured outside where my family was and on the way back inside through the back door I caught my crutch on the doorstep and stumbled. Out of habit I stuck my left foot out to balance myself, landing my foot squarely on the spot that is broken. I fell back against the wall and struggled to get my shoe off before angrily crutching back into the living room.

I can't carry anything in my hands when I walk, I can't stand up easily, I can't go up or down stairs easily, I can't figure out how I'm going to carry my stuff around grounds and make it up and down all of the staircases and do everything that I was able to before I stupidly rolled my foot on that hill.

These next few weeks are going to really be a test of my patience and ability to manage myself without the usual convenience of a left foot.