I was rushing through the house last night, trying to get something for one of my kids. I was going to fast in sandals. I know better, but did it just the same. I slipped or lost my balance, rolled my ankle and sprained it. I waited about 15-20 min to see if the pain would subside, and very quickly took the advice of my wife and went to the Emergency Room to get checked out.
My wifes folks were nice enough to drop what they were doing and watch my sons while we went out.
No break, just a sprain, but at present I can't put weight on it. I took viactin (sp) at the ER which let me sleep half the night. I have a prescription an my darlin' wife is out now picking it up for me.
With three young boys, and a severe lack of mobility I am not going to be much help. I feel guilty about burdening my wife, all though I know she's happy to help. I feel angry about hurting myself in a silly pointless manner. We were supposed to take a trip to Chicago on Sunday, but I think I've fouled that up pretty badly.
Synopsis:
My ankle is broken.
I feel like an idoit
My wife is great, and will be overburdened.
I screwed up a nice trip to Chicago.
Vicadin (sp) makes me feel good. :-)
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