My evening did not start off well, as I had been feeling run down the last several days. I woke up from my nap incredibly nauseous and in pain. After I started throwing up, I called my doctor to ask if there was something I could take for the pain that wouldn't hurt my stomach. The Physician's Assistant asked a whole bunch of questions and decided I needed to be evaluated immediately. I asked her if I could please wait until the next day and be evaluated in the office, but she insisted. So I had to call 911 as we don't have a car and the buses stopped running.
I knew the evening was going to be a tough one, because the EMT recognized me from a previous time and gave me the 3rd degree. We get to the hospital and they do tests, determine I'm in no immediate danger, and send me home.
The thing is, it's 11:00pm. The buses had long since stopped running and wouldn't run again for another 8 hours. I had no money for a taxi, and when I had begged and finally succeeded in getting the the nurse to agree to a taxi voucher, she told me that they only do that for locations in Lowell, and I lived in a suburb of Lowell. So I make the decision to walk home. It's 4.4 miles in 9 degree Fahrenheit weather. It takes me two hours, and there aren't sidewalks most of the way, so I was walking in the street with black leggings and a black coat. Pretty scary.
I get slightly more than halfway when I step at the edge of a pothole and my ankle turns. I fall to the ground and decide to keep walking while I'm in shock and the frigidness of the cold will help numb it. I get to my feet and walk on. Finally I get home where my husband makes me a cup of tea and some soup.
The next day I go to the doctor's office and they do x-rays. Thank God nothing was broken. My ankle had swollen to the size of a tennis ball and was already turning black and blue. They gave me a big old boot and I went home to elevate and ice it.
I don't ever want to go through that again.
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