What is Fibro Feelings?

I thought the hard part was over, I’d paid my co-pay, waited, had my doctor’s appointment, given blood for labs and left the building. I started getting my keys out of my purse and the next thing I knew I was flying forward, catching myself with my palms and chest, a mere ~10 inches from the asphalt. I didn’t know what had happened, but I knew my ankle was throbbing and killing me. I did know I wasn’t able to stand yet, so I tried to gather my belongings together. My doctor notebook and the book I had brought to read had flung out of my purse ~3 feet forward and both my shoes weren’t far away. I had hurt my left ankle, so to stand up I needed to be able to push up with my right hand. The problem was that a had scrapped off 1-2 layers of skin in an ~1 inch x 1/2 inch rectangle on my right hand. It was covered in blood and dirt. I looked around for help and saw nobody. As I was figuring out what I was to do a nurse came jogging out.

Someone in the waiting room had seen me and told them. I told her my problem was mainly just that I couldn’t get up on my own, because of my hand. She said she was going to get a wheelchair and she’d be right back. Next thing I knew, a wheelchair and FIVE nurses were headed for me! LOL! FIVE! I felt like I’d called an ambulance! They helped me into the wheelchair and picked up my purse and shoes. They were talking about seeing if a doctor was available and I told them that I wasn’t sure that I needed to see a doctor. First I just needed to get cleaned up. By this point, I realized my left foot was also bleeding. I was put in a procedure room with one RN who cleaned me all up.

As she carefully cleaned my wounds I just sat there, realizing that this was the first time in my life that I’d been injured and was completely taken care of by someone else. Now I understand why some kids like to be babied. It lets your mind calm down so much faster! I had nurturing parents, but the type that wanted me to be strong. In the parking lot my hands were shaking and my eyes were holding back tears, but by the time the RN checked my vitals they were all back to normal. My doc came in, just to verify it probably a severely hyper-extended sprain and that an ankle wrap should be suffice.

Moral of the story – if you’re going to get hurt, getting hurt ~20 feet from your doctor’s clinic is very convenient! It also somewhat embarrassing, humorous, painful and aggravating. I was so glad it was my left ankle that was sprained because I wasn’t sure I’d have been able to drive myself home otherwise.

Have you ever gotten injured in close proximity to your doctor’s office?

Read how the sprain effected my entire body and my fibromyalgia in Fibro Feelings – Aftermath of the Sprain.

All wrapped up and staying elevated!*

*Image Credit: from www.flickr.com by Foxtongue Photograph