A Year of Anita: Congratulations! It's broken, dislocated, snapped and torn!

One minute you're sending a photo of an awesome chair to your friend, next minute you're on the ground.

I remember walking down two steps successfully, then I didn't realise there was one more evil step to go. I teetered on the edge awkwardly (I have a feeling that my arms were flailing about in a windmill fashion), then I heard "snap snap" and I fell in a graceful heap to the driveway. I then thought the next most important thing to do was to type "want this chair" and finish sending the picture (that's right I held onto my phone with a vice like grip), and then I could concentrate on the fact I couldn't get up.

The odd thing was nothing hurt, nothing really looked swollen, but it was numb and when I tried to lift my leg or foot I COULD FEEL THINGS MOVING. Things that shouldn't be moving. Even now when I think about it, I screw up my nose and shudder. So as I wasn't getting up anytime soon, the lovely ambulance was called and they soon arrived with the lovely morphine. Hurrah!

One thing I know about myself in these sort of situations is that I don't shut up. I talk and talk and talk and I don't process anything anyone says to me. So I need someone to tell me to shut up and listen on my behalf and then tell me what I missed, especially when Doctors are probably telling me important things about myself and my leg. So I called the BFF. The BFF was having none of it because she probably thought I wanted something (who me?) and didn't answer the first time, then then when I persevered and called back again she answered with the word "no". She didn't hang up though (probably on the off chance that I was calling to say I'd just found Keith Urban and had him in the car), but as I pathetically said "I've had an accident", she beat the ambulance to the hospital.

Thumbs up - feeling no pain!

See? Looks fine to me.

The ambulance driver offered to take a photo of me in the ambulance (probably hoping I would stop talking for 5 seconds) and in my morphine state thought yup why wouldn't I want to remember this moment forever?

So we arrived at the hospital and luckily there was nobody with any mega critical medical problems and I got seen really quickly. In my head I kept going from "oh you've just over-reacted and nothing is wrong" to "it's just probably ligaments" to "it's definitely a dislocated ankle" to "it's just a small fracture - they can plaster me up and I'll be home in time for dinner".

Yeah right.

After the BFF filled in all my medical forms the hospital had thrust upon me (I would have put my name down as Mrs JBJ and occupation as "stalker") and listened to me rambling on about god knows what, I got wheeled down to Radiology. Unfortunately being tall on a standard size hospital bed isn't the best when you have a bad leg as my foot was completely sticking out over the end of the bed and as they were pushing my bed I felt like my foot was sticking out there with a big red flashing light above it going "push this into a wall", "hit the door frame with this", and my personal favourite "let's stop the elevator doors closing by using this foot". Seriously. That nearly happened twice.

Finally at X-Ray and the poor Radiologist was subject to a few choice swear words as she tried to move my leg and foot into the position to get a good picture. I asked her if she could see if there was anything wrong and she laughed. "What can you see I said?" She said she couldn't tell me. Really?

So, foot first to stop the lift doors closing, I was wheeled back. I was positive at this point my ankle was dislocated, because I figured that was what they saw on the X-ray. Pop it back in and still be home for dinner. Yay! Then the Doctor came in, put one Xray on the light box and went "yup there's the break in the fibula" (oh god), put up the second X-ray "there's another break" (pardon?), put up the third X-ray and said "there's a dislocation" (are you kidding me?"). I can't think if they told me then about the torn ligaments and things I was too busy internally freaking out. I still remember at this point thinking - "oh well, cast on and home!".