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last night, parkin and i had enjoyed a yummy steak and asparagus dinner at jana's house with her, jazlynn and dana. we decided to go have dessert on noriega street where they have yummy hk style desserts. jana dropped off dana in front of the cafe and the rest of us went to look for a parking space. spying a couple of spaces down the block, jana chose one and moved towards it. 'damn, that's a huge ditch there,' i say, and jana expertly manuevers her car and doesnt' fall in. we all get out and as i walk towards the sidewalk, i think to myself, 'i wonder if my car keys are in my purse,' and as i look down into my purse, i hear jana say, 'ditch' but before my tiny brain comprehends what she just said, both of my ankles twist to the side and forward, (if that's possible) and i fall face forward into the ditch, onto my knees then onto my hands. it's deathly quiet for a moment, then i feel the burn in both of my ankles, and then i hear jazlynn freak out and cry. i can't move, i can't speak, but i can hear jazlynn and then jana asking me what happened. in the background, i hear parkin say, 'oh shit,' and he runs towards me then asks me what was hurt, but i can't say anything. oh my god, the pain i felt, i can't describe it in any way except excrutiating. i was hot and cold at the same time. i could finally say that it was my ankles that hurt, both of them. jazlynn was crying like a madchild, and i heard jana say, 'auntie sarah is ok but you need to stop crying.' but she wouldn't. i couldn't stand her crying and wished to god that she would stop. i couldn't move and everyway i tried to lean to adjust myself hurt so bad. parkin came up behind me and tried to lift me up, but that hurt more. i shut my eyes and could feel the tears trying to escape my lids... but all i could feel or hear was the pain in jazlynn's crying. i lifted my head to fake it to her that i was ok, and it quieted her down to a wimper. finally i could feel my feet and parkin helped me get my knees off the pebbly street onto my ass so i could put less pressure on my feet. they looked ok, no swelling, and the feeling was coming back. jana called dana and told her to where we were parked. i felt really stupid and bad tho, and said that i still wanted my bally drink, which i did. so jana told dana to stay there. i just needed to rest a bit and get some more feeling in my feet. finally i was able to get up and lean on parkin to walk over to the cafe. my new old camera had fallen out of my bag when i fell. i checked and it was working fine last night, but this morning, there was an exclamation mark showing. what does that mean?!?! i was really feeling a lot better, and thought that i was a fast healer, that it was just the inital shock of the fall that was the blinding pain. we sat down and joined dana, ordered our dessert and chit chat. dana looked down at my feet and said it looked ok, and i thought so too. the pain wasn't as bad, then slowly, it came back and my ankle started swelling really bad on my right side. my shins started hurting too. i wanted to ask for some ice to put on it, but my feet and body were really cold and i was getting shivers up my spine. after we finished, we went outside and dana pulled the car around for us. we got back to jana's house, parkin took my car keys and drove us back to his house. on the way there, he told me to call my co-worker to pick me up for work in the morning, so i did.
i felt like i was getting better. when we got back to jung's house, he found me two aero ankle spints and i used them both even tho they were both for a left foot. we got to bed at around 11:30 and we lay there together for a moment as he lectured me. peg had just told us a couple of her clumsy stories this past weekend and he asked me if i was trying to follow in her footsteps, comparing her stories with all the things that have been happening to me. in less than two months, i had fallen off of a razor scooter, badly bruised my knees, wrists and palms, gotten 2 flat tires, gotten my car broken into and now twisted both of my ankles. damn. i guess i am. i got into my sleeping bag and tried to go to sleep. i was very wrong when i thought that i was getting better. i woke up every hour to a very akward pain. i could not get comfortable, every which way i turned, it effected my ankle and my left knee was starting to hurt. around 3 am, i woke and wanted to cry from the pain. i'd never twisted/sprained/broken anything before and wasn't used to this hurting. suddenly i heard parkin say, 'here's the to-do list' that distracted me from the pain for the moment and i tried to converse with him. we talked for a little bit, then he said, 'is there anything i can do for you lup?' he touched my cheek and i said, no, go back to sleep, and he did. (no, he didnt' remember any of this when i asked him about it this morning) then i fell asleep for another hour. i adjusted myself into less comfortable positions every hour then at 6:30, i started waking up every 15 minutes to readjust. when parkin finally got up at 7:30, i attempted to as well, but couldnt' even stand up. it helllllla hurt, then i really started crying. i called my mom and she made me an appointment to see a doctor. then i called rose to tell her not to pick me up, that i couldnt' make it to work. i coudnt' tell if she was annoyed at me for missing 2 days of work, but what could i do?
where am i now? well, i went to see the doctor and had some x-rays done. a bad sprain on my right foot and a sprain in my left knee that should heal itself fairly quickly. he didnt' say anything about staying off of my feet, but that my ankle will take weeks to heal. we picked up some sammiches for lunch and as i was walking to back to the car, i could see in my peripheral vision, a police officer ponder why i was walking the way i was. i looked like frankenstein wobbling along the street. my knees dont' bend and i tottle from side to side. i always feel as if i'm going to fall back or forward on my face. it's all a balancing act right now. the good thing about my parents owning a medical supply store is that i could easily obtain a ankle and knee brace with no fee.
dammit. i'm mad at myself because it's betty's birthday dinner tonight and we were all going to head out to ibiza afterwards! parkin doesnt' want me to go, but i'm pretty sure that we still are. i'll just drink the pain away.
i'm back at parkin's office once again. as i walked through the door the first person i saw was his mom, and like my own mom, the first thing she said to me, in chinese, was 'why you so clumsy?' damn, like i have a choice in the matter or something.
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