I sprained my foot and the tendons in my ankle! And the sad part is I don't even have a good story to tell. Bummer.
Here is what little story I have. Wednesday, I had plans to meet a vendor at a restaurant near the studio. They have a valet station but they literally take your car and park it on the street. So to save $6 bucks, I normally park on the street and walk to the restaurant. This time was no different.
I parked and as I got close to the restaurant there were two gardeners playing with sprinklers. With all the waterworks going on I couldn't walk through or else I would get wet so I decide to walk around in the street. I step to the right, meaning to step on the grass, but instead, my foot comes down on the edge of the driveway and it a split second my ankle rolls causing immediate pain. I spend the entire lunch with my ankle propped up and ice bags galore. Thank goodness I've known the vendor for 10 years.
I get back to the studio and everyone tells me to go to the mini studio infirmary. So I do but they can't really do anything. Other than wrapping my ankle and foot they tell me to ice it and go to the doctors. I call my OBGYN who suggests I go to a specialist because the last thing they want is all my extra weight from my pregnancy on an ankle that could be broken.
So yesterday, I stayed home from work and go to the specialist. Waited almost two hours to get into the back area where they examine patients. And in 10 minutes the doctor says "I don't think its fractured but you have sprained your foot and the tendons in the ankle." He is unable to confirm his prognosis because xrays are not good for pregnant ladies and from his extensive proding of my foot I am sure he didn't want to risk xrays on a lady who wasn't screaming out in pain. (Although I must say, he did push really hard on my foot with his fat stubby little fingers and the hurt came from his pressure and not preexisting pain from my injury). He sends in a boot guy and in another 5 minutes I am walking out of the medical center with a new fashion accessory, a big black boot. P.S. the boot has an air pump and inflates for comfort. Air Nike would be impressed.
For the next month I am Wobble Along Cassidy or as the people at work like to say, I am advertising for Puss In Boots.
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Here is what little story I have. Wednesday, I had plans to meet a vendor at a restaurant near the studio. They have a valet station but they literally take your car and park it on the street. So to save $6 bucks, I normally park on the street and walk to the restaurant. This time was no different.
I parked and as I got close to the restaurant there were two gardeners playing with sprinklers. With all the waterworks going on I couldn't walk through or else I would get wet so I decide to walk around in the street. I step to the right, meaning to step on the grass, but instead, my foot comes down on the edge of the driveway and it a split second my ankle rolls causing immediate pain. I spend the entire lunch with my ankle propped up and ice bags galore. Thank goodness I've known the vendor for 10 years.
I get back to the studio and everyone tells me to go to the mini studio infirmary. So I do but they can't really do anything. Other than wrapping my ankle and foot they tell me to ice it and go to the doctors. I call my OBGYN who suggests I go to a specialist because the last thing they want is all my extra weight from my pregnancy on an ankle that could be broken.
So yesterday, I stayed home from work and go to the specialist. Waited almost two hours to get into the back area where they examine patients. And in 10 minutes the doctor says "I don't think its fractured but you have sprained your foot and the tendons in the ankle." He is unable to confirm his prognosis because xrays are not good for pregnant ladies and from his extensive proding of my foot I am sure he didn't want to risk xrays on a lady who wasn't screaming out in pain. (Although I must say, he did push really hard on my foot with his fat stubby little fingers and the hurt came from his pressure and not preexisting pain from my injury). He sends in a boot guy and in another 5 minutes I am walking out of the medical center with a new fashion accessory, a big black boot. P.S. the boot has an air pump and inflates for comfort. Air Nike would be impressed.
For the next month I am Wobble Along Cassidy or as the people at work like to say, I am advertising for Puss In Boots.
Before
After
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