A sprain and a stalled car.  Those are what happened to me yesterday.  Haaayyyy.

I was crossing the street yesterday, when my foot suddenly gave way and turned.  Good thing it was already near the curb.  I guess it was because there’s a depression in the road, but I am not quite sure how it happened.  I didn’t completely fall since there was a support beam just beside me and I was able to hold on to it.  I slowly pulled myself up and finding that I could actually still walk, did so and went to my Masters class.  There was already a huge lump forming when I reached the classroom but since I only had to sit down, it was no biggie at that time.

I was able to walk back to the clinic after my class.  It was a pretty long walk, it usually takes me about 15-30 minutes but now it took even longer.  By the time I was back in the hospital, it was noticeably more painful.  A colleague saw me and convinced me to have it looked at, just to be sure everything’s ok.  I went to the clinic and put some ice on the swelling.  Thankfully, the swelling decreased a bit.  I was deciding on whether or not to go to the ER (since by that time there were no available ortho consultants) but decided that since I was already in the hospital, that was the wisest thing to d

The ER consultant on duty happened to be a former intern.  He requested for x-rays, which fortunately, turned out to be negative for fractures.  I paid my bill and went to the parking to get my car so that I could go home.  Good thing, my injury was on my  left foot and my car is an automatic one so I just needed my right foot for the pedals.

On the way back, my car started to overheat.  I wanted to attempt going to a gas station, but I didn’t make it.  I stopped at a bad place, near the corner of an intersection.  Cars behind me were honking their horns, angry at me for causing an obstruction.  An MMDA officer approached me after a while and asked to see my driver’s license.  I freaked out, saying this is something that I did not expect.  He assured me that I was not being slapped with a violation…yet.  They had mechanics available and they would be able to find out and fix what was wrong with my car.  They pushed my car to a location where it be less of an obstruction to the other motorists.  After they assisted me in getting water, cooling my car’s motor and filling the reservoirs with water, my car was ready to go.  By this time, my husband had arrived.  He thanked them and gave them a token of appreciation for their assistance.  And we then went on our way, me driving my car and my husband following me.

It was not my day.

Tags: injury, sprain, stalled car