Yesterday, I shoveled the walk repeatedly, fed the birds, made a path through the snow to walk the dog, and used a 12-foot specialty rake to clear snow off of the roof so that we don't end up with ice dams like last year (when it was like my window panes were raining ... or, maybe they were crying).
I was proud of myself. I had a damn productive day despite harsh weather conditions. During the early evening, I felt really motivated and started to deep clean the living room. I finally dusted and re-organized inside the media center.
I was about to move onto another area when Luna needed to go outside. I bundled up and snapped on her leash. I made it down the steps and as I turned to walk the dog path in the yard, my foot turned inward ... *snap* ... and, then I overcompensated and my foot turned outward ... *snap* ... and I landed on my left side. I screamed for X, pulled myself up, and hopped one-legged up the porch.
Last night, the pain wasn't too bad ... just no weight-bearing and limited mobility.
I can't walk. I can't drive. I can't shower. (Trust me, I mofo'ing NEED a shower.) There is severe pain below my outer ankle bone, which is the only place that I have swelling. There is no obvious, outward bruising.
I'd like to get to the clinic for an x-ray, you know, just to be sure that there isn't a break. If it's just a sprain, I don't even care as long as I have what I need ... like food.
I am thinking about calling a local pharmacy to see if they can deliver a crutch (or, a pair?) so that I can at least get around the house. I don't know what else to do ... I am literally trapped at home. My husband wants me to take a cab to the hospital. I'd rather have my foot chewed off by a zombie.
Regarding the video above: I recorded that on Monday after salting the icy sidewalk (before all the snow blew in). I was wearing the same shoes when I fell.