The verdict is out...

...and my foot is not broken!!! I "just" tore a ligament.

So get ready for a good laugh as you envision this spectacle.

Tuesday morning. I'm walking down the stairs outside of my apartment to go to work. I have on the cutest new shoes and am really super excited about it.

(note that this is a picture of what they DID look like, before this tragic event...

So I'm 3 or 4 steps from the bottom (the exact number is pretty blurry, but I didn't have that many left to go). All the sudden my heel gets caught, my ankle turns sideways, and I am skateboarding to the bottom on my sideways turned ankle. (Now this is enough of a visual to laugh already! But the story keeps going...)

I get to the bottom and am flying forward still. I somehow manage to brace myself mid-air so that I do not face plant it, in my skirt, in front of the man walking out of the apartment on the bottom level and witnessing all of this. (BTW: I'm pretty sure the way I was able to manage stabilizing myself is because I am super-hero kind of strong!!)

So I'm managing to stand on both feet at the bottom of the stair case. The man asks me if I'm okay. I say, "Yeah, I think so." Then I take a step forward. My foot gives out under me and I butt plant it right into the parking lot.

I just sit there for a minute before attempting to get back up. I finally get back up and just stand there for a minute. My right foot is now THROBBING, and I don't know if I can walk. I stand for a minute and debate what I'm going to do. I finally take off my shoes, which are now broken, and slowly make my way back upstairs to get some different shoes and go to work. I throw my shoes across my livingroom, because I surely need to get back at this inanimate object for being the cause of so much grief! (Rational thinking, right?!)

I realize I'm okay to walk, that it is just a little sore. So I put on different shoes and go to work. As the day goes on, I become less and less able to walk, and the pain gets more and more unbearable. I get up at about 2:30 to go ask my supervisor something, and all the blood rushes to my head and I feel like I'm going to throw up and faint all at the same time. I hobble over to talk to my supervisor, and she tells me my face is all red. I tell her that I don't feel good and the pain is getting worse and worse. I call the podiatrist (foot doctor, who my mom worked with for about a billion years and loves me) :) and tell him what happened. He says come now. So I do.

Then I call my mom to come pick me up from his office because I really can't walk anymore. He says I either tore or broke something, and sends me to get a boot and xrays.

So now I have a really obnoxious boot that goes all the way up to my knee, but it makes me be able to walk, and I therefore really don't feel like I should complain too loudly.

I found out today that it is indeed torn, and not broken. At least my bones are strong amidst all of the crazy malfunctions of my other body parts! :)

Here is me now:

I'm glad to not be broken, and sad to be like this! I just hope this made you laugh, because I always like to provide good humor!