Disaster Day

Well, today was a disaster.

When my alarm went off I actually said aloud, "I do NOT want to get up today."

Apparently, I knew what I was talking about. I really should not have gotten out of bed. Because, after getting ready for work, I stumbled over my own feet taking my trash out to the curb and badly sprained my foot.

At the moment it happened, I knew it hurt pretty bad, but I unrealistically thought the pain was only temporary and would go away. During my 40 minute ride to work, however, the pain only worsened. It spread from the initial point of injury to my entire foot and ankle. Pain. Pain. Pain.

I cried a few times in the car... I was very frustrated.

When I got to work I went to the secretary's office and asked her for a foot brace. She got me ice and something that resembled a brace (but was not) and immediately went to go tell the vice-principal about my injury. I made a copy and then went to see the vice-principal myself. She greeted me with, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

Hmm..
I went back to my classroom to make sure everything was in order for a sub... apparently I wasn't staying for long. And before the start of the school day I was back in my car headed back to my town to visit my doctor... who told me I have a bad sprain, need to use crutches and stay off my foot! She even had the nurse take me back to my car in a wheelchair. That was a first for me.

I've spent the rest of my day suffering on the couch and stumbling around with my crutches. I swear to you, if I'm clumsy enough to have hurt myself to the extent that I NEED the crutches, what makes you think I'm coordinated enough to use the crutches correctly?

Tomorrow when I go back to school I expect to roll around my classroom on my rolling desk chair and use the crutches as little as possible.

All in all, after this whole ordeal the only thing I am sure of is this: I should not have gotten out of bed this morning. No siree.