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As most of you know my recovery has been decent thus far. I was back at work just a week post-op and while coming back to work was slightly more tiring than I had expected, I was glad to be back. Over-all this whole surgery deal has been much easier than expected. The hardest part has been going slow physical therapy-wise cause I want everything to be done and over with.

Well Friday night I landed my self a ticket to the ER. My bestest friend in the whole wide world came over, took one look at my leg, and gave me no choice actually. It was either her take me to the ER or call an ambulance.

Friday before I left work I had notice that my calf felt funny. Well I pulled my pant leg up to find that my calf was swollen beyond belief. I'm not a sweller either. Hell my legs didn't even swell when I was pregnant. I had the guy here look at them, he agreed that it was quite a bit more swollen than the other, then added that I need to "get some sun on those damn things". LOL.

I went home propped my leg up and iced it. I didn't get up exept to go to the bathroom and get me something to drink. The swelling never did go down, it actually kept getting worse. My leg was swollen from about mid thigh down to my toes. I got up to get more ice and noticed that my leg was turing bright red and getting really hot. I layed back down and threw it back ontop of the pillows. I got back up and it did it again at which point I called my friend. She flew over and got me.

They got me back really quick at the ER. (Doesn't hurt that I work here either!!! lol) Well the doctor came in worried that I had a blood clot. Isn't that dandy?!? It figures, if somethings like that's gonna happen to someone, it'll happen to me.

Anyways, while we were waiting for me to be taken to ultrasound the ambulance brought in a drunk girl. Now picture this...they've got me in the ortho room which has like 5-6 beds all separated by curtains. So you have absolutley no privacy. Luckily for me the girl in the bed next to me happened to be one of my friends who works here so we sat and chatted back and forth. Then rolled in the drunk girl.

I had my friends push back the curtain so I could see what was going on. Well she layed on the strecther crying, and whining, wanting someone to call her mom. Well in walks the cop...now the fun starts right?!?

She looks the cop dead in the eye and tells him she doesn't remember getting in the car, she kinda remembers driving, but she doesn't remember the accident at all. Now the girl, who was so drunk she doesn't remember getting in the car, hit a tree head on, luckily it wasn't another car or a person. So anyways, she goes through this whole sob story about how her mom's an alcoholic, blah blah blah. You're mom didn't choose to drink and drive YOU did so shut the hell up about it. Now, if that had been me and I had just killed a tree cause I decided drunk was a good way to drive...I would have then been handcuffed to the stretcher, told to pee myself, than taken to jail as soon as I was checked out. Her?!? Nope. SHe got cited for underage consumption and reckless endangerment. No DUI, DWI, nothing. How hateful is that?!?

As soon as the cop leave, the crying drunk turns into one of satan's minions. She threw the F-bomb more than most military people. To the point that I was actually offended, and it takes alot to offend me. She cussed the bed, the curtain, the call light, and which ever unfortunate soul came through the door next. Now I give my props to the ER night shift cause they took it all in stride. Then satan's minion quickly changed to everyone's best friend. This girl wanted to know if anyone had a phone she could borrow cause hers was dead. When we all said no she was quite suprised that none of us had a cellphone. At which point she had decided that, since she saw my friends walk in and they looked young, I must be to, and apparently I must not care if some stranger comes into my curtain area. So, she walks over and throws open the curtain and walks over to my bed. She then asks if we were all in a wreck too. I looked at her with huge eyes and said "yep! we're all trashed too!" She looked at me all happy and said REALLY?!?! "NO!!!! Go back to your bed!" At which point I grabbed one of my crutches the was beside the bed. LOL You can scare drunk people so easily.

So, I went up for the ultrasound, luckily they didn't see anything of concern. Then they transferred me to another room away from drunk girl. I got home at about 5am saturday morning. Then proceeded to sleep all day Saturday until early evening.

I wandered out of the house yesterday to go shoe shopping. Very unlike me, but I didn't much feel up to it. Which is weird. But I will be happy to report that one of my crutches has been used as a weapon officially. You can rest easy KP!!

Some bitch kept trying to run me over with a cart so one of the times she walked by me, I stuck it out so she tripped over it. She didn't just trip, she ate tile...lol OMG it was sooooo freakin funny!

Have a happy Monday!!!