Sunday, October 23, 2011

A whole lotta hurt

Yesterday I posted about the hilarious thing I did to nearly hurt myself. I didn't write about the not hilarious thing I did to actually hurt myself, but since it happened to me and I didn't die, it now seems slightly more hilarious, so I will write about it now.

The same day I fell down the stairs, or, more accurately, fell ON the stairs, I hurt myself so badly it knocked the wind out of me. It was the most pain I've been in since I stopped being in pain, which was just a few weeks ago, really.

I was chillaxing on the couch, being completely un-productive, and listening to some music on Spotify. I stretched out and went to move myself over, when my left leg slipped. My foot jabbed into the arm rest of the couch, bending my toes back pretty far.

Now, mind you, I can bend my toes. I can bend them forward just as far as I can bend my right toes forward. Back, though, is another story. For some reason I can't bend them back (we're talking no hands, here, just muscles) nearly as far as I can bend back the right ones. I'm not sure if it's because the cast prevents the movement of some necessary something from moving or if it's because my foot is made of metal and I have yet to master this new power. All I know is they don't move. And yet, when I jabbed them into the arm of the couch, they did indeed move.

Then I thought I re-broke the ankle. The pain lasted a good 15 minutes with some residual uncomfortable-ness lasting the rest of the day and into the night. I couldn't breathe because of the agony. After several minutes it seemed likely that it was the immediate and quick stretching of whatever muscles or tendons I moved in there that caused the pain, which does not bode well for the upcoming physical therapy sessions.

Anyway, I'm okay now. Just thought I'd share.

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