Everything was going well for the first hour or so. I decided I needed to rest for a bit, so I headed off the rink floor onto the carpeted area to sit down on one of the benches. I was going a bit faster than my skill level could handle, and didn't slow down as much as I'd hoped on the carpet. I started to lose my balance, windmilled my arms to try to keep my balance, and fell down. As I fell, I put my arms out to break my fall. I was wearing wrist guards, so I didn't break a wrist. However, as I hit the ground, I rolled my right ankle and heard two distinct cracks/pops, and felt immediate pain. Cynthia rolled up as I lay writhing on the floor, and asked if I was OK. I told her that, no, I wasn't OK, and could she go get an adult staff member to come help.
The two staff members that arrived thought I just needed help getting up. I told them what happened and what I'd heard and felt. They asked if I wanted a medic to check it out, that one happened to be there. I of course said yes. Turns out there were actually two EMTs there having some skating practice with their roller derby team. I told them what happened, and they started examining my ankle. From the symptoms I had, they said I probably had a broken ankle. They carefully removed my skate and rigged up a make-shift splint with a towel and some athletic tape and told me to go to the ER.
We were less than 2 miles from a hospital, but were more than 30 miles from home. I told Cynthia to drive me to Baylor Medical Center, because it was only a mile from home, and would make follow-up care easier. Since it was Friday night, and my injury wasn't life-threatening, I figured we'd sit in the ER for a couple of hours before being seen. I was wrong.
They checked me in within 5 minutes, and sent me upstairs to the Minor Ememrgency Room, where I was immediately taken to an exam room. Within a minute or two a tech took me back for x-rays. We never went more than 10-15 minutes without someone popping their head in to check on me. At one point they gave me to vicodin tablets. Then the doctor came in and said that I'd broken my leg. I have a nondisplaced fracture of the fibula, just above the ankle. They applied a splint, gave me two prescriptions (vicodin & ibuprofen) and a pair of crutches, and told me to call an orthopedist Monday morning and try to get an appointment as soon as possible.
So I've been spending the weekend alternately sleeping, sitting on the couch watching TV, and checking the internet. We've both contacted our bosses and informed them of the situation. I've also spoken with our parents so that they don't see my Facebook stream and freak out. My Twitter stream from that evening is rather funny, in retrospect.
So how has your weekend been?
Edited by monogodo, 06 March 2011 - 04:49 PM.























