If you know me well enough, you probably know that i dont like going to hospitals. They creep me out. They always have, they always will. Where else can you find birth and death in the same place, just one floor apart? Maybe i should start from the beginning... or maybe not, since no one reads my blogs anyway, but for my own peace of mind, i guess i'll start from the beginning.
Ok, we're going back a little bit. A few years ago i fell down a flight of stairs like a moron and sprained my ankle. It sucked. I was on crutches for what seemed like forever. This happened to me RIGHT before my best friends wedding, which sucked even more. It was just one big suckfest.
Last night, i was standing around at work, and my ankle just kinda gave up on me. It decided it didn't want to have anything to do with the rest of my body and it flopped around like a fish. It kinda sent me flying, which luckily no one saw, and i didn't really think anything of it. It hurt a little, but once again, I'm a moron, and i continued walking on it for the rest of the evening. A few hours went by and i was soon in excruciating pain. After i was done at work, i hobbled to my car, drove home, hobbled to my house, and then crawled into bed with 2 Aleves. I guess i just hoped it would go away.
Well it didn't. Morning came, and it still hurt, so i hobbled to the doctors office. I dont find it very promising when the doctor says, "You know, I'm just not quite sure what you did.....". He then scares me with all KINDS of things that could be wrong with it. Chipped bones, ankle sprain, foot sprain, tendons, whatever. So off to the hospital for x-rays i go.
I get to the hospital, I'm not even there for 5 minutes, and i'm already lost. I somehow made it to the second floor where all i see is old ladies in beds eating mashed potatoes. It was kind of strange. I found a rude nurse who told me i was on the wrong floor and to hobble my ass back to elevators. I make my way back downstairs, where i then sign in and have to wait for close to an hour. An old woman finally calls my name, takes my information, and sends me to the radiology unit, where i will then wait another 15 minutes. Finally, a guy comes over and identifies himself as a STUDENT, who will be playing with my ankle for the next 20 minutes. Promising!
All in all, it sucked. It was a long day, and all i did was twerk my damn ankle the wrong way. They told me to stay off of it for a while and it would heal itself in a few days. No chipped bones, no sprained crap, no tendons. I almost wish something WAS horribly wrong with me so the day wouldn't have been a total waste. But i got a cool sticker that told everyone i had an x-ray....
As i left the hospital, i got lost leaving the parking lot. Just another day in the life, i suppose.
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