The big fall

I had a dream.

Well, it was more like a nightmare. In said nightmare I slipped getting out of the shower, smacking my skull on the sink. I fell to the ground, losing and gaining conciousness as blood pooled around me. I was supposed to meet someone with Jason, and when I didn't show up he called a friend of his who works nearby. She came to the house and opened the unlocked front door to find me lying on the bathroom floor. She called 9-1-1. Luckily, this didn't actually happen.

What did happen was not nearly as bad. The morning after that nightmare I took a shower. I got out of the shower just fine, but the next step was a doozy. My right crutch slipped on the damp tile floor and I went sprawling forwards. I dropped the left crutch to grab the sink (no blood!) and ended up somehow hurting my ankle. I'm not sure if I stepped down on it or did something else. All I know is I spent the next 10-15 minutes sobbing on the closed toilet seat. My ankle hurt SO BAD and I was terrified.

I had planned to drive down to meet up with my mom that day anyway, and when I got there and looked at my ankle it was seriously swollen. I also had less movement in it and it was more painful to move than it had been. I went to the doctor to get an x-ray, just to make sure I didn't break any screws or shift any bones around. I didn't. I got another shot of radiation, though, so if it's dark out be sure to look for me glowing in the distance. The humorless x-ray technician said I started getting mail in the x-ray room. He is hilarous.

After learning I didn't screw up my screws (haha!) I felt a bit better, until I got home that night. Around midnight I sat on the couch and swung my legs up to the couch so I could recline. Agony! I got what seemed like a horrible cramp in the muscle just above and around my knee. It lasted quite awhile, and afterward my muscle was so sore it felt bruised and was even painful to the touch. I went to bed around 1 a.m.

I awoke at 5 a.m. to my muscle screaming at me. It was horrendous. When it subsided a new wave of crampy pain came. This went on for an hour before I called my mommy, because that's what you do when something hurts and your fiance has mysteriously gone to work at 4 in the morning. She assured me it was not a blood clot (those would be in my calf, but probably feel similar). She gave me some other advice I didn't listen to, because once I knew I wasn't dying I felt like a big baby. I went back to sleep. Since then the cramps, which I imagine are caused by a nerve strangling my muscle like a boa constrictor, have been coming off and on all day. One came while I was leaving a store, forcing me to stop in the middle of the parking lot in the rain to ride out the terror.

It is now about 9 p.m. and I just suffered what I hope will be the last giant man-eating cramp of the evening. The end.