I got to spend three hours in the hospital emergency room today. Joy. Since I like to post in the order of how things happened, I'll get to my fun day later on.

My Mom came out yesterday and got here around 4pm. Yay! The shepard's pie made with turkey that I made for dinner didn't turn out so good, so we ended up ordering Chinese for dinner. Rob bathed the Poopchuck.

We had a lot planned today, checking out out a condo for my Mom, getting Gabriel an easter basket, trying another trip to see the Easter Bunny, and my Mom was going to spend some time with my Nana. Let's just say that plans changed drastically.

We headed out to meet the realtor at the condo around 11am. The realtor and his wife (who wanted to see the condo because it was supposed to be super cool) got there right as we did. I got out of the car and walked around to get Gabriel out of the backseat. As I was walking behind the car, I slipped on a patch of ice and landed full body weight on my right knee. Good lord, I don't think I've ever been in pain that bad. It was worse than labor. I flipped over onto my butt and got the joyous sensation of having the ice melt under my ass. The back of my pants and my panties were sopping wet until I got back home and out of my clothes. Eeeeeeew.

I knew I couldn't walk on my knee and my Mom and the realtor helped me up and helped me hop on my left leg so that I could get in my Mom's car. Those of you who know me well know that I hate going to the doctor's office and I hate hospitals. So, when I was willing to go to the hospital, my Mom knew things were bad.

I spent the ride to the hospital talking a lot and doing anything I could to take my mind off of the pain.

I got to the ER a little after 11am and left a little after 2pm. Most of my time there was waiting and sitting in a puddle of wet that my pants and panties had made on the exam table (I kid you not when I say that the ice slick I slipped in melted into my pants). They made me strip down to my panties and put on a gown. Why in the world they needed me to take my shirt off when I had a problem with my knee is beyond me.

The doctor and nurses got papers ready to admit me. That shocked me, why admit me for an injured knee? He said that from how I fell (with all my weight on it) that he would be willing to bet I'd need surgery and pins to put it back together. I told him that in all my 33 years I have never had a broken bone and I wasn't about to start today. He wanted to give me pain medication, but I said no. I don't like taking meds unless I absolutely have to and the knee was starting to go numb. When I have severe pain my body tends to react like that - by going numb.

Hoo-boy, the drugs are kicking in now.

My blood pressure was through the roof. I warned them that it would be. Hospitals freak the hell out of me. Normally I'm around 120/70 (when my doctors test me after an appiontment and I'm no longer nervous). Today, while in severe pain and freaking out over being in a hospital I was 172/80. Eek!

After a lot of exams, x-rays, and waiting the doctor gave me some very good news. My knee was not broken and it wasn't nearly as bad as he thought it would be. He told me I have extremely strong bones. I told him that I hate soda and end up drinking tons of milk (my favorite) and vitamin water. He told me to keep it up because that was probably why I didn't shatter the kneecap.

However, just because it wasn't broken didn't mean I was all right. My patella (kneecap) is fractured. It's a decent size fracture, but thankfully I'm not in a cast because of the location of the fracture (a cast would do no good). I also have a deep contusion to the entire knee and soft tissue damage. They can't determine the extent of the soft tissue damage and said if it doesn't seem to get better, to see an orthopedic surgeon and I might need an MRI done on the knee.

I'm on crutches and was given a prescription for Vicoden. I don't want to be on pain meds, but the doctor told me it was necessary. *sigh* I was also told to stay off my leg and not do any unnecessary walking for one week (like that's possible with a 2 year old to watch). By then the pain should be better and I should be able to switch from the crutches to a cane.

Rob left work to come to the hospital and met us right when we were leaving. He took the Poopchuck home and watched him while my Mom and I made a run to the drug store so I could get my Rx filled.

Once I got my Rx filled we headed home. It wasn't easy getting up the stairs and into the apartment. Good god, my knee fucking hurts. I folded and took a pain pill after getting some food into my system.

My Mom is here and she was willing to help me with the Poopchuck, so Rob was able to go back to work. I have no idea how I'm going to work things when she's gone and Rob's at work. She's going to try and stay one more day (if she can contact a friend to take care of her cat) to help me if possible. She was planning on going home tomorrow, but if things work out she'll stay tomorrow and leave on Thursday. I really hope she can stay that extra day.

The pain meds are helping a lot with the pain in my knee. They're also making me feel weird and I don't like that. I guess it balances out.

So yeah, that was my day. I hate hospitals.

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