I texted Geo who was in transit from work and said "call me ASAP". I also texted Nick as a backup escort to the emergency room in case I couldn't track Geo down before he headed to crossfit. I was ready to scream and texted Geo with "I hurt my foot/ankle and might need to go to the hospital". Within a few minutes he called and by then I was frantic. Once he was home he loaded me into the car and off we went to the ER. Every bump jostled things just enough that I would gasp. After arriving in the emergency room parking lot Geo gave me a piggie back inside and I was quickly treated to a wheel chair as we checked in. Geo parked me by a window and then seconds later we were off to explain what happened and get my vitals taken. Shortly after we were escorted through a dead quiet emergency room where the nurse picked a spot to unload me. Moments later after I changed into paper pants, such a comical invention, the doctor was ready to see me. Now I was looking very stylish with my dress shirt and scarf from work on my upper body and paper pants on the bottom. An even added bonus was that I had thrown on my trucker hat on the way out the door to help hide the tears. A few funny looks from the doctor followed by a few squeezes, pokes and questions and I was told I had a partial to fully torn Achilles tendon. Ouch, yes because of the pain, but more for the recovery time.
|Timber Taking "Good" Care of Me|
That night I slept in the living room so to avoid the stairs to our bedroom. As I began staring at the ceiling memories started flooding into my mind from when I spent three months laying in the same spot with my broken femur. No! I couldn't allow my mind to go there, this wasn't going to be the same deal and I convinced myself that it could be a misdiagnosis. I told myself that I wouldn't believe anything until it came from Carol.
|One Lonely Salomon Shoe|
For some reason the black boot made me feel like Hurman Munster as I tried to get my rhythm. I left the doctors office feeling so thankful that it wasn't my Achilles, as I felt this injury to a tendon that I had never heard of was more manageable for my mind and body. After just two days the boot was becoming a bother so I began to question "what if"? My "what if" then turned to asking questions such as "What is the smartest way to be stupid?" When those exact words came out of my mouth while I was at my physical therapists I was embarrassed yet knew they were truthful.