On December 20th, I had the fastest ride of my life. I went up these stairs after dark...about 7:30 pm and when I tried to come back down, my foot slipped on a crooked step. There was no light on and it was raining and the stairs were slippery.
Here is a view from the side. I think it took me about 3 to five seconds to come down those stairs...all two stories of them.
At first I thought I'd broken my ankle, but I picked myself up, hobbled to the gate, got in the van and made it the block and a half home. Getting out of the van was a bit of a problem but the worst was getting up the 3 steps onto the porch. I had to half crawl to make it.
This is my swollen ankle. There are a couple of different pictures.
That night, nothing was too sore except the ankle, but the next morning was a different story. I had a black butt, I couldn't walk and my foot was really swollen.
Hubby took me to Urgent Care and they took x-rays. As far as they could tell, there were no bones broken. The doctor on call told me she was amazed that a 63 year old woman had fell down that many stairs and didn't have a broken bone.
I've been in excruciating pain since that time. Christmas was kind of a bummer. I was in a lot of pain and couldn't stay at my daughter's long. I came home, took pain killers and had a nap, which made us late to dinner at our friend's. Since then I haven't been out of the house except to visit the family doctor. She's ordered more pain killers and more x-rays because things aren't getting better.
So that's what I've been up to for the last two weeks. Not fun. I have a high tolerance for pain and have never experienced this kind of pain in my lifetime. Childbirth and heart bypass surgery was easier.
