I went out on Friday night.
I wore high heels.
I drank some alcohol.
Now picture someone with really loose joints going down some stairs. Now imagine this person has little to no balance at the best of times. Plus alcohol, and high heels.
I put my left foot on the top stair, lifted my right foot, and by the time all of my weight was on my left foot... BAM! Dislocated my ankle.
Usually I'm pretty good at catching myself when I randomly dislocate something and start to fall over, but not when I'm slightly intoxicated, and wearing high heels. My right heel caught on the second stair, so my right ankle collapsed, I landed on my knees a few stairs further down, and all of my weight was then transferred to my left foot, which in retrospect, most likely caused it to dislocate either further, or in a different direction.
Luckily for me, being intoxicated helped to put me to sleep that night.
I was convinced that I had broken my ankle, but I wasn't going to go to the hospital at 3am, especially when I know it's not an "emergency" and then you have to wait for a ridiculous amount of time because it's Friday night/Saturday morning.
When I woke up in the morning I checked it out, and it looked fine, no swelling, only mild bruising on the top of my foot. But being me, and having sustained various injuries, I didn't think it felt like a dislocation, or a sprain, or a pulled muscle, or tendons or ligaments. It felt like bone, and it felt like broken.
Went to the hospital... got there at 7:30 Saturday evening. They triaged me, sent me for x-rays, had the x-rays done, looked at, and sent a doctor man to talk to me, explain there was nothing broken, and set me up with a follow-up appointment with ortho at the cast clinic. I was out of there at 9:30pm. It was the fastest door-to-discharge I've ever had in my entire life.
So at the hospital, I've noticed they're really good at telling you what's NOT wrong. "Your ankle is NOT broken, you're being discharged, have a nice day!"
I'm the kind of person where I think I would rather pull out one of my toenails with a rusty pair of pliers than go to the hospital. I don't go there unless something is wrong. I would like to know what IS wrong, not just what's NOT wrong.
Am I too demanding?
Oh, and my favorite part...
"HOW did you injure your ankle? You fell down the stairs? Oh, you dislocated it FIRST? And THEN you fell down the stairs? Which caused you to injure it AGAIN?"
Pretty much the conversation I had with every single person at the hospital.
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