Have I ever told you how I feel about my foot?

So, this is for everyone who wanted me to update my blog. I blame you! As anything adventurous in my life (or so it seems), the ending is never a good one. Also, don't read the captions until you read the story or it will give things away.
Today began as a normal day. I woke up, dragged myself out of bed, dressed, got ready, ate breakfast and left for work. I worked for 4 hours before coming home. (Left - waiting in the emergency room check in). Elizabeth came over, we ate lunch, I did homework and took a nap. When I finally let myself get out of bed, I realized that it was time for dinner. It was my turn to make dinner, so I went into the kitchen. Unfortunately, I realized that the dishwasher had NOT actually cleaned the dishes. So, I had to run it through again. We needed a lot of dishes from there, so I decided we would take my desktop computer to Lizzy's apartment and set it up, since my laptop is now working. We packed up the desktop, the monitor separate and a box with my tower, my APC battery backup device, and all cables/peripherals. In short, the box was fairly heavy and rather big. But, I carried that down the three flight of stairs to the street and started to cross the street. I stepped down off the curb. I don't know if I just didn't realize how wide the gutter was, or if I didn't think the ground would be so slanted, or what. Whatever the case may be, I suddenly found myself hurtling toward the ground. I managed to catch myself with my arm, saving my computer from smashing into the pavement, but then I noticed an excruciating pain in my foot. (Right - not very visible, but on the right is the bulge on my foot). Elizabeth came down not too long after. I just sat there in the street clutching my leg and wincing in pain. I had Elizabeth carry the stuff the rest of the way to the car.
I finally made myself get up; I limped over to the car. By the time I got to the car, the pain was so bad that it made me feel dizzy. I thought I was going to fall over. I sat down in the street, again. I could not keep my balance. Sometime during this time, I noticed that a large bump had developed on the right side of my right (injured) foot. After a little while, my head cleared and I drove over to Lizzy's apartment. She carried in the first stuff and she brought out a wrap bandage. I wrapped my foot and then I kind of helped her carry the box into the apartment. I sat down and elevated my foot while I explained to Elizabeth how to set up my computer. Heather called on the phone, so I explained what had happened to her. While I was talking to Heather, one of Lizzy's roommates came and wanted to look at my foot. She said it looked exactly like what happened when she hurt her foot. She had an avulsion fracture. (Left - Waiting in the emergency room). That is where a piece of the bone breaks off. She recommended that I go in to the doctor.
I hadn't been planning on going in because I absolutely HATE going to the doctor, but after that I felt like I should. We finished setting up the computer and then I tried to figure out where to go. The couple of places that I called were already closed. I found out about an instacare place, but they didn't know if they could accept my insurance. I have Blue Cross, but they said if it is a PPO then they don't accept it. I didn't know for sure and I had no way of finding out, but I think my insurance is a PPO, so I couldn't go there.
We left and I suddenly discovered that I could no longer walk at all. The pain was too much. Elizabeth helped me hobble out to the car. I told her that this is one of those times when it is very annoying that she doesn't drive. She agreed.
I drove back to my apartment, made Lizzy go up the three flights of stairs alone, get my insurance card, check online to see where I needed to go, and grab a couple of other things. Then I drove up to the Timpanogos Hospital. That was the only after hours help I could get. I ended up going to the emergency room, with Elizabeth wheeling me in in a wheelchair. It was very weird and I felt like an idiot. I felt even more like an idiot when 5 different people kept asking me how I had injured my foot and I had to explain over and over that I had fallen. (Right - climbing the stairs to my apartment. You can also see my airbrace).
They did x-rays. It took about 3 hours from the time I arrived at the hospital to the time that I left the emergency room with 2 1/2 of those hours waiting in a hospital bed. They were very busy, I guess. The doctor came as the last person to see me. He told me it was just a sprain, although a very bad one. I felt even more like an idiot for going to the emergency room for a sprain. He gave me a prescription, some crutches, and an airbrace. Then I headed out. I had to drive with my left foot all the way home, stopping at Walgreens to get my prescription (large Ibuprofen pills) filled. That was ridiculous.
After getting home, it was a chore to get up the stairs. My foot still hurt too much to put any weight on it so I had to jump up each step while Lizzy carried everything. (Left - still climbing!) We hadn't eaten dinner, so we decided to just eat cereal. While I was on my first bowl, I got a phone call. Can you guess who it was? It was the emergency room. The doctor had looked at my x-rays again and noticed something, so they wanted me to come back in and get a splint. I finished my "dinner" and asked my roommate or one of the two guys at our house looking through our movies, if I could get a ride back to the hospital. I didn't want to try the whole driving with my left foot again. My roommate drove me up to the hospital and we had a short wait before the doctor came to apologize. He then explained that when he had looked at my x-ray again he had seen a fracture, a tiny little fracture, more specifically an avulsion fracture. Well, Lizzy's roommate had been right! So he explained what had happened at that the tip of the bone had been ripped off with the ligament (?) when I had twisted my foot. (Above - my new splint after returning to the hospital). Then a nurse came and put a splint on my leg, saying that he hoped I had showered already because I couldn't get the splint wet and couldn't remove it for at least 24 hours. Oh well, I guess I'm going to work stinky tomorrow.
So, by the time I got back to my apartment, it was 10:30 pm, 5 1/2 hrs from the time that I had injured my foot, 3 1/2-4 hrs since I had first arrived at the emergency room.
Well, I hope you all are happy with yourselves. You, who wanted me to update my blog cursed me into something like this happening! Now I'm going to be in either a splint or a boot for the next 6 weeks!