So, how was your holiday? We had a very laid back July 4th. My mom came over late afternoon and the hubby grilled burgers. Our neighbors around the corner put on a mini pyrotechnics show every year and the girls love it. The dogs? Not so much.
Our July 4th eve, however, was spent at the ER because I thought I might have a hairline fracture in my foot.
I decided to trek over to Wal-Mart Tuesday during my afternoon off. I grabbed some frozen orange juice and after indecisively fretting over which variety to buy (Low-acid? Calcium fortified? Pulp free? Not-from-concentrate? Concentrate?) I dropped a can directly on top of my foot. Seeing as I was wearing flip flops, it hurt like hell. I muttered several choice words under my breath, but was determined to carry out my holiday shopping. There were buns to buy! We were out of mustard! They had a great sale on bottled water! Plus I could not bear the thought of having to do grocery shopping on July 4th. I made it through my list, unloaded the car, and then picked the girls up from daycare.
By dinner my foot was killing me and it was swelling. I could barely move it and I couldn’t put any weight on it. I put a bag of frozen veggies on it and elevated it and that seemed to only make things worse. The hubby and I decided it was best to go to the ER and get it x-rayed since we didn’t want to spend July 4th at the ER with all the drunken crazies who’d maimed themselves with bottle rockets. We took the girls over to my mom’s and headed to the ER.
About two hours later I left with crutches (apparently I’m so short I qualify for “youth” size crutches) and a prescription for pain medication. No broken bone!
Before you write me off as a hypochondriac, I’ve only been to the ER for legitimate emergencies: an appendectomy in high school, some bleeding complications when Miss C was 8 weeks old, and last year’s freak July pneumonia. Wait a minute, I did have a college episode where I was convinced my ear was going to start spurting blood, but it turns out I just had a severe ear infection.
Any way, you know how your mama told you to always wear clean underwear in case you’re in a car wreck? Always make sure you have pretty, shiny polished toes and soft, moisturized feet because the one day your feet are embarrassingly Wal-Mart funky and dry and your toenails are naked because you’re airing them out before giving yourself a pedicure and painting them bright red for the 4th will be the day your foot is x-rayed and examined by numerous people.
Go ahead and share your embarrassing ER stories. It can’t be any worse than mine.