the day i broke my ankle

Not a lot is going into this blog. It's a way to keep anybody who cares updated, and also I can hopefully offer some insight into What to Expect When You Break Your Ankle. I broke my ankle on a shitty day in April, 2013 - I tripped getting out of a car, after having just moved to a new city. In retrospect should have started writing this on day 1, but I've had a pretty foggy brain up until this point, so I'll do my best to just play catch up.

After the fall (that happened somewhere between the curb and my aunt's car) I ripped my boot off immediately, trembling with the shock of the worst pain I've ever felt in my 29 years on this planet. I got right back into the back seat and tried to elevate, feeling as if every bone in my foot had popped out of place and was now swimming loosely inside my skin. In the ER they gave me ice, an x-ray, and a big shitty cast replete with paper pants (yes they cut my jeans off of me)...oh, and fucking crutches.

I was (am) in the very lucky position to have my boyfriend (with whom I live) and my family nearby, so I wasn't stressing too much about HOW I would actually be taken care of. A far cry from how I imagine I'd have felt given where I'd just moved from - NYC. I was sent home and told to take Tylenol, and they made an appointment with some bone doctor for the following week so my swelling could go down.

My boyfriend, let's call him J, eventually had to cut me out of these wretched paper pants - luckily I had flimsy loungy pants that are super wide legged and loose and comfy.

I basically remember nothing more from this day - except that I really wanted strawberries.