so, we're walking. my knee starts hurting. then, it starts BURNING. i drop him off in the line and limp hurriedly to the bathroom. my knee is swollen and discolored. i have an egg sized lump where the corner of the box landed on the inside of my leg by the knee. i later found another lump about the size of a baseball on the right side of my calf, where i had landed on the suitcase. thankfully, no blood. (it had felt like my jeans were sticking to my skin). we follow directions to where we thought was an atm (after much searching WALKING, we found it)... we limp to the opposite side of the terminal to go to the car. no car. i then realize i got turned around, so we have to limp to the complete opposite side of the parking terminal to find the jeep. i go to climb in after saying my goodbyes, and start squealing like a pig upon realizing that i have to BEND my knee to get in, and that i have to DRIVE with the same leg. oy. my brother heard my squeals all the way out, i believe. i drive home on surface streets, as the freeway is too crowded at this point. after all the stop lights and speeding up and slowing down, i was LITERALLY in tears by the time i got home. i limp inside and realize it is now 3 pm, time for me to come home anyway (i had a computer friend coming over to fix my puter at 330), so i call dana. i erupt into tears, leaving a message on her voice mail something like "dana? *gasp* this *gasp* is aubrey. *gasp* i am in *deep breath* sooo much *gulp* pain *sniffle* I don't think i'll be coming *gulp* back today *outright sob* i'll be in *deep breath* tomorrow morning *sniffle* *voice goes up an octive in pain* if you need anything *squeak* call me at... *insert number here* kay. bye."
last night, my knee would burst into flame anytime i stood up, but would subside after walking around a bit. i put ice on it. i took naproxin and ibuprofin. i took a bubbly bath.
i woke up this morning with hardly a mark on me. granted, i have SOME bruising, but the sand dollar size bruise on my arm is practically invisible, and the lump on my leg and the swollen-ness has gone down. the bruises still look nastay, which i'm thankful for. you see, i don't bruise easily, so when i DO get a bruise, you know i thwacked myself good, boy howdee. i just want it to look/feel severe enough to help give me proof as to why i didn't come back to work from lunch. i HAD callen my boss, dana, after the initial fall to let her know i would be late, and my voice had been strained with pain at that point.
we'll see what happens. i'm just thankful that it doesn't seem as severe as i originally thought, although i do keep discovering new hurts, i.e. the fact that it hurts my inside thigh when i drive, and the back of my thigh when i walk (i think i successfully pulled ever muscle in that leg). my knee does hurt worse after any extent of sitting. getting up from even going potty is a chore. (and lets' not EVEN discuss the acrobatics involved in getting out of the tub last night, but i think even Cirque du Soliel would be impressed) and my wrist hurts. *heavy sigh*
at least jess and i got one final 'inside joke' in before he left *can hear jessie walking around, giggling and repeating "is your TOE okay?" over and over*