Somehow at Disneyland last Saturday I hurt my foot. No, I don't know how. I don't even know where. But Sunday morning I woke up to a swollen foot and a dark purple bruise that kept spreading. On Monday morning I went to the Minute Clinic by my house to have it looked at.
She sent me on to Urgent Care where I sat for three hours and bonded with a cowboy looking guy who'd gotten his finger sliced open while getting a manicure. Not kidding. After a couple x-rays and a several frantic texts to Ryan and Karl (My two favorite PD Bio majors are more qualified than the doctor. Obvs.), it was determined that I have a torn tendon in my foot that connects all the way up to my knee. I was told to ice it, elevate it, and stay off it "until I could walk." They gave me crutches to use for the time being.
Crutches are one of those things that you admire from afar and think "man, I really hope I get some of those one day" but you realize within the first 30 seconds that there is such a thing as armpit pain. In the first 20 minutes I realized 3 things are impossible with crutches:
1. Returning library books.
2. Shopping for electronics at Target
3. Filling up gas
Also working. In a job that requires walking into restaurants holding things in your hands. Crutches make it impossible to hold things in your hand. Do the math. So for the past week I've been driven around, providing hilarious jokes and jams from my iPod.
And the crutches? Didn't last three days. Silly urgent care, shouldn't have given me the "use them till you walk" loophole. Sure I can walk. Like an 80 year old man.
lolz
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