Nearly two months ago, I sprained my ankle badly due to a wonderful phenomenon known as Dance Dance Revolution, or DDR to those in the know. I stepped off the platform wrong, and was fine for about the next 20 minutes. Then when I started to walk home, the pain increased so much that I ground to a halt outside the health center and went in. They wrapped my foot in an ace bandage and gave me crutches, and luckily my sweetheart was on his way to pick me up. Of course, he was half an hour away. It was so painful that I started some sort of silent hysterical laughter right there in the lobby of the health center. I really didn't speak at a normal decibel level until I got some IBuprofen in my system. After a week of hobbling around on crutches and crawling (!) in and out of an orchestra pit, I felt a lot better. I even walked around Chicago with Staceyjill with barely any pain at all, and by the week after that, the pain was gone. I was even starting yoga regularly, and feeling GREAT about myself. This does not stop me from referring to the machine as the Death Death Revolution machine now, however.
Tom and I went down to Champaign a couple weeks ago and after we returned, my foot started aching again. After two seriously PAINFUL snapping feelings in my foot in the same day, I decided to go back to the doctor. They gave me an AirCast for my ankle (after I begged for it) and told me to take 3 IBu 3 times a day for the pain. After only one serving of this stuff, I am FINE, by the way. So in order not to completely drug myself over, I only took it when I needed it. I made an appointment with an orthopedic specialist for the week following.
After six x-rays, my specialist told me I had sprained my ankle. I told him I believed him, but HOW?? He said if you don't let a bad sprain completely heal, it could end up being a chronic thing. Only a little aggravation could get this puppy hurting again, and this time there was a good chance I pulled the ligaments in my foot as well as my ankle tendons. He told me I have to keep the AirCast on for three to four weeks and go back on crutches for about a week or so. And to stay off of it as much as possible. Which is totally easy because I have no car and live a half hour walk away from school.
I was also told to keep taking the prescribed dosage of IBu, for this would help keep the swelling down. The stuff is making me sick, though. I take it on a full stomach as directed, and I have virtually no appetite for 8 or 10 hours following. Today I took the IBu for the first time around 3 with some crackers and hummus - this was after a huge portion of pad thai I had for lunch. By the time 8 rolled around, I still wasn't hungry, but knew I needed food in my stomach to get down the next portion of IBu. I'm sitting here staring at the bottle - I gagged down a healthy choices french bread pizza (something I usually love) and I still haven't brought myself to take my nighttime drug because of the highly irregular gurgling happening in my digestive tract.
So, for those keeping track, I'm now on my second time on crutches for the same injury, my foot looks like some swollen amoeba, the skin in my ankle is irritated from the cast, and I feel like food and I just need a break.
Dance Dance Revolution can freaking bite me.
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