Ireland Adventures Part 3

Unfortunately while we were out last night I slipped and twisted the shit out of my foot/ankle. A spot on the top of my foot is swollen up like an egg and then there’s a few other places that are swollen and weird. The pain has been pretty bad thus far and I’ve not been able to walk. I’m supposed to fly home on Sunday and I’m a little concerned about the traveling, going back to work, and getting the dog. My legs were already tired and sore from all the walking and 1000 year-old-steps climbing we’d spent the last few days doing, but I’ve been have to hop around on my right leg because I can’t put any weight on my left and it’s been interesting endeavor. We left Ireland to go back to England today. Thank goodness the line was so accomadating. They got me a wheelchair and helped cart me between the buses and the Ferry and all that sort of stuff.

My folks have had to carry my luggage because I can’t. I keep hoping it start feeling improved soon. I’ve wrapped it up in an ace bandage and I’ve been taking ibuprofen and acetaminophen to help the pain and the swelling. Granted, I should be careful because even if it starts feeling better due to pain pills, that doesn’t mean it actually is better. If it isn’t better even though it feels better, I could end up doing more damage. I just can’t believe I’ve hurt myself so badly that almost a full day later, it still hurts this much and is so unable to bear weight. That just seems crazy. I knew when I did it, I was in trouble. I was trying to pretend like I hadn’t really hurt myself, but I knew I had.