On Thursday, August 27th, 2009, I fell down the stairs. I didn't fall down all of them, just the last one. After friends helping be back up the steps, out of the Student Union, four inquiries on if I was okay, and two buses later.... I finally got to the Student Health Center. They wheeled me to X-Ray, gave me some ice, and put me in a room. An hour later, the doctor came to look in on me. She was nice at first, until she touched the very swollen side of my ankle. Let me tell you, that lady was lucky that I did not knock her to the ground. Then, she goes and looks at my x-rays, and concludes that I have a high ankle sprain. Great. Campus is going to be LOTS of fun now. I asked her a bunch of questions, and she basically told me that, it was going to be a long recovery. How long? Too long. No one really knows. It varies from person to person. It actually would have healed faster had I actually broken it. So, physical therapy may be in the works. They gave me a gel ankle brace, no crutches, and no pain meds!!!! Talk about pain, all I was told to take was ibuprofen and keep ice on it. Oh, well. So after getting back to my dorm, and telling a thousand of my dear friends what happened, I went to sleep missing my Anatomy Lab and Anatomy lecture.
Here, almost two weeks after "the incident" (that is how we are all referring to it as), I can put more pressure on it, and walk better. I can go up and down stairs easier as well, I just kind of hop when I do it. Thankfully, I wasn't on crutches very long, because me on those things seemed to be worse than me falling down the stairs. I still do not have full range of motion in my ankle, and it does have it's days where it hurts worse than the day before. I know that it is going to be a slow recovery, I'm prepared. Please pray for a fast, FULL recovery. This hasn't been that easy for me, seeing as I don't like asking people to do things for me, but I was pretty much required too. I had to rely on my friends and God more than ever. He was teaching me patience a little bit, and He was always telling me that no matter what, He would always be there. And He was.
See, when I feel at the stairs, I was in a part of the building that did not have very good cell service. As soon as I got my phone out and press the "call" button, I lost service. Not knowing what to do, I started praying, and at that moment, one of my friends walked by. Now, she was on the upper level, not looking anywhere near me. I yelled her name, and she ran down there. That was not just a chance happening, that was God.
He is with you always even in the darkest of places.
Here are some pictures from that day and some days after. Today, I still have bruising in this same areas, but it is more pink. The only blackish-blue parts are around my toes.
These were from the day of the incident.
This was the day after....
Two days after....
The third day after.....
This is the last picture that I took of it, but it did get worse. The bruising progressed down along the side of my foot up to my toes, and wrapped around on top of my foot. Then, it started bruising on the other side of my ankle. I still have swelling going on and lots of fluid in my foot.
So, what's the worse injury you have ever had??
