I Can Has Vicodin?

Hi all! I had promised myself to be a better, more productive blogger this week after two weeks of slack, but I've run into a bit of an issue...

Yesterday was one helluva day. I had forgotten about jury duty, and wouldn't you know it, but my group number gets called. I show up for a good few hours only to be told that I need to return on Wednesday for the actual jury selection. Insert your choice of four-letter-word here.

So, rushing back to work, I hopped on the F Market streetcar which would take me from Civic Center right back to my office at the Embarcadero. I got off the streetcar and began crossing the parking lot when... WHAMMO! Bit it. Hit the ground. Another one (moi) bites the dust.

My ankle completely rolled over onto itself and in that momentary flash of pain I almost got sick all over the three Midwestern tourists who were picking me up off the ground. I sat for a second but knew the tell-tale signs of shock: shivers, off-centeredness, and weird hollow laughter.

An hour later I got a cab to the ER which is when the waterworks began. There is nothing like a hospital emergency room to really let you know how alone you are in this world. Wheelchair, Xrays, a very nice nurse, and a super-cool orthopedist...and? I have a severely sprained ankle with torn ligaments. I need to stay off of it for 10 days and take my vicodin like a good girl.

With this, a few thoughts have come to mind:

• I was wearing running shoes when this happened. I like to think that if I were wearing stilettos that my balance would have been heightened, and I'd never have fallen at all.

• I am very glad I got that pedicure two weeks ago. Toes still looking elegant and perfect, which is a plus when they have to peek out through bandages.

• Living on the third floor up six flights of stairs isn't the best thing.

• The hardest thing to say as a single person is: "I really need to be taken care of right now." If you have a friend who is single and hurt, offer to help them. Don't make them say it.

• Ex-ex-ex-boyfriends are good to keep in your phone. It's really sweet when one of them sends you a text offering help just based on your SOS status message on Facebook. Tell me why we broke up again?

• If you are single and hurt, be sure to have the kind of friends that I have. The kind that get you home, get you a prescription, get you a bottle of wine, get you on the couch and hand you a remote. You know who you are and you know I love you both...

• If you are single and hurt, maybe you should think about ways to not be so single any more.

On that note...I may need to take a few days off, but I will do my best! Hope everyone is having a better week than I am!

Comments

[Helene]

Very sorry to hear of your predicament Ms. P&C. Having experienced something similar a few years ago, I know how much it sucks. May I offer some well-intentioned if unsolicited advice? Beware of succumbing to the daytime television/Doritos diet - even a few days of this combination can prove lethal to both one's morale and one's weight! I found that re-watching favorite old movies (Charade, High Society and North by Northwest come to mind) and catching up on my beauty sleep worked wonders. A valid excuse to drop out of the rat race and focus on yourself is good for the soul. Feel better!

Bisous,

Helene
The Luxe Chronicles

P.S. Your stiletto theory makes perfect sense to me.

[hope505]

"...If you are single and hurt, maybe you should think about ways to not be so single any more. "

That has got to be one of the lamest things I've read today. I hope that's the vicodin talking.

[Ms. P&C]

Thanks Hope! I also think it's lame when people leave silly comments without an email address.

Thanks for the judgement...you're the best!

[applied psychology graduate program]

I thought it was a lame quote as well. No hard feelings Ms. P&C

[Annie Wilson]

And no hard feelings about comments left 2 years after the fact...

You guys are funny.