Stairs are Stupid. So are fractures.

Um.

You know how I run stairs weekly with Moj? Typically, it’s 40-60 minutes of heart-pumping, sweat dropping, why the hell do I do this myself workouts and not once have I ever tripped. We run up the stairs, we go up two at a time, we go up sideways, we lunge, basically, we kill the workout. Based on this, one may assume I’m fairly good at going up & down stairs.

But this assumption is wrong. It is so terribly wrong.

Because while I may kill a stair workout, I also try to kill myself when leisurely walking down a staircase on my lunch break. Somehow on Tuesday, I missed a step and landed wrong on my left foot. I immediately fell to the ground and then popped right back up. Had I been alone, I probably would have sat there for a moment but because I was walking down stairs located directly in front of an eating establishment on campus – I was not alone. I was surrounded by 30 students who witnessed my drop from heaven.

And that was slightly embarrassing.

I did not make eye contact, I did not pass go and I did not collect $200. I did; however, quickly grab my stuff that fell from purse and thank the few students who helped me and hobbled straight to the gym to workout.

Yeah. I’m the moron who fractures her foot, ignores the pulsing pain, and cycles for 30 minutes thinking I’ll just work through it.

Technically, I did, I worked through it and made it back to my office. I immediately took off my shoe, thought I noticed some swelling and then sat down and ate lunch. It was painful but nothing over the top, so I stood up to get some ice on it. And then I immediately fell back down in my chair. I attempted to put my shoe back on – yeah, not happening – and told my co-worker I was going to the doctor.

I managed to make it outside of my office by about 10 feet before my boss (and dear friend) caught me hobbling inch by inch in tears to my truck. We side-armed another co-worker into pushing me through the building in my office chair, while another went and brought my truck around to the front. Luckily, it was my left foot and it did not impede my ability to drive or to curse.

Oh, the cursing.

Once I made it through X-rays, my doctor came in to confirm what I already felt like I knew – something was seriously screwed up in my foot. My navicular bone has a small fracture in it.

It’s only been a couple days but I’m definitely over it – frustration doesn’t even begin to describe my feelings about this. But you know, I can always count on Lillie to pull me from the dumps.

Walking in with my shoe & crutches, Lillie runs to me.

Lillie: MAMA! What is on your foot?
Me: It’s a special shoe I have to wear because I got hurt today.
Lillie: You go to doctor?
Me: Yeah, the doctor is the one that gave it to me.
Lillie: Why?
Me: Because I wasn’t watching where I was going and I fell down the stairs. That’s why I tell you to be careful and look where you’re going, otherwise you’ll be going to the doctor too.
Lillie: Oh. Well, I go to your work tomorrow and I hold your hand and we BE CAREFUL. You’ll not fall.

God bless children. Even when they don’t get it, they still get it.

It could have been a lot worse but for now, I’m stuck wearing a very fancy shoe and sporting some oh-so-styling crutches. I have a follow-up appointment with an orthopedic doctor next week to see what this actually means. And by means, I mean like when can I start running/being active again.

If you have any spare good thoughts/karma/prayers for a speedy recovery, I’m accepting all donations.