The plan for this weekend was: Derby Level 2 Assessment, clean apartment, watch Charm City vs Philly today, and see Brave with the other Freshies tomorrow.
The reality of today was:
Get about halfway through the assessment, break leg, go to hospital.
Despite the fact that I definitely screamed a bit, Ms. Judgement and Chinese Cheker both assured me that I took it like a champ (though I think they’re just being nice, I appreciate it anyway!) I was frustrated with myself–I didn’t think about the fact that the floor at Temple Hills is sticky and my outdoor wheels would not be good on them, so my stops were not as smooth as they normally are, and I fell a few times when getting up from falls, but I was started to adjust, and I did some really good 180 falls (when you go down on one knee and spin on it, so you can get up and go in the opposite direction). When they set up for hops, I was excited, because they’re lots of fun. I watched Freshie K go, and then it was my turn. First hop was really a step, and I was determined to do better with my second. Instead, my right leg snapped near my ankle and I collapsed.
Things are simultaneously fuzzy and really clear from this point until the EMTs showed up. I was yelling like a banshee, possibly swearing, and definitely panicked. I didn’t hear a snap, but I knew it was broken. Feet don’t go 90 degrees to the right when they’re properly attached. I thought my ankle itself snapped! Someone, brusquely but not cruelly, said something to the effect of “stop freaking out” (I don’t remember exactly what it was, but it was definitely a “shut up with the screeching” sort of thing, which was definitely necessary) and then I was surrounded by girls who needed to help. I can’t remember if it was Hooah!Girl or Ms. Judgement, because like I said it’s fuzzy, but one of them was next to my head asking questions and keeping me from hyperventilating once I stopped yelling and started crying. Another skater loosened my skate on the injured leg and removed the one from my uninjured one, and got my pads and helmet off. (I honestly only remember bits of that–I have no idea when the helmet went at all, or if more than one person was helping me out of my gear.) Deadly Lamarr got my purse with my cell and my insurance card and ID and made sure I had ahold of it for when the EMTs took me away, and before she gave it to me she called The Boy, who was my emergency contact, to let him know what had happened.
The EMTs took off my skate, warning me that it would hurt a bit (“I know!” I tearfully nodded, but it was not anywhere NEAR as bad as I thought it would be) and they got me on the stretcher (which was WAY WORSE than I thought it would be) and my last view of the rink was a lot of somber faces who applauded me and wished me well as the EMTs rolled me away. I love those ladies.
The ride was not awesome, but I tried to make jokes and be less miserable between incredibly jouncy bumps, and I got to ride with the siren on! I’ve been in an ambulance 2 other times, but never with the siren. I joked around a bit and learned the EMTs names, and I told them a bit about roller derby. I needed something to squeeze, but they didn’t have any stressballs or anything like that, so they gave me a package of bandages to mangle. I thanked them all by name once they got me in my room at the hospital, but I forgot to find out what fire station they work out of, so I am not sure how to get a thank you note to them.
They were eager to get some pain relievers into me before doing anything else, so Nurse Jackie, who was not, in fact, a white lady on television, got my chart started and Kenny got my blood drawn (in case I needed same day surgery) and then Jackie gave me some morphine (way too little, IMHO, but I understand why they would start small with that) then I got x-rays done.
When I came back from that, there was a facebook post from Chinese Cheker which asked me to tell someone to let her come back because she was in the waiting room. I did, and I also used a bedpan for the first time before she was allowed back. It was thrilling let me tell you. She kept me company and kept my mind off the worst of the pain and was generally a fabulous person. They gave me more drugs, but they didn’t really have any effect at all, and then they gave me even more because they needed to shift things around to splint my leg. That was not awesome. They were just starting that when The Boy arrived, and he was not happy about the noises I was making. Checker was holding my hand and I quickly insisted The Boy hold my other, and I did a lot of squeezing and also some whimpering and squealing in pain, and also I said FUUUUUUUUUCK in a surprisingly calm voice at one point, making Cheker laugh. Once that was done, we got some end of the visit stuff taken care of, including signing paperwork and getting my crutches and stuff. Cheker wheeled me out and David carried lots of stuff to the car and brought it ’round, and they helped me in and we went home with a stop at BK on the way (since I hadn’t eaten since 7:30 and it was like 2.)
You’d think that’d be the end of it, but oh no, I had to keep it up! I got out of the car okay, and I got from the street to the sidewalk okay (though it was difficult, because of the curb) but when we got to the (broad, shallow) steps in front of my building, I couldn’t do it. Then I started getting dizzy. Then I was laying on the ground, because you guys, I totally passed out! Not even like tunnel vision it’s getting darker passing out, but literally one second I was standing and the next I was rising out of a dream and groggily asking why I was on the ground and did I fall down? The Boy tells me that he gently lowered me to the sidewalk and then started shouting for help, and when I woke up several of my neighbors were around. One of the women from the leasing office brought out a chair and they helped me into it (because laying on the pavement when its 102 Fahrenheit outside is not really a good idea) and then there was a wet towel and an ice pack and lots of water being poured on me (carefully, to avoid wetting the splint) and waiting for EMTs to arrive. I didn’t want them called, because I didn’t want to go back to the hospital, but fortunately, I was okay and didn’t have to go back.
They got a collapsible wheelchair from the ambo and got me into the lobby, then asked me questions and took my vitals before having me sign papers saying that I refused transport to the hospital and taking me up to my apartment. I got their names too (Anthony, Carlton, and Andy) and their fire station, so I will bring them something when I’m feeling better. I also invited them to next week’s All-Stars bout, heh. All the EMTs seem pretty fascinated by the idea of roller derby.
So that was my day, when my body kept betraying me. Comma and Pants came over in the evening, after The Boy returned to his place (fretting all the while about leaving me alone, bless him, and after he had already done my dishes and cleaned the litter box and taken out the trash! Lots of boyfriend points, you guys.) The official diagnosis in not-super-jargony terms is a tib/fib break, because I broke both the tibia and fibula, both close to my ankle but one a bit higher up than the other. Both were pretty clean breaks. I have an appointment with an orthopedic doctor to find out if I need surgery (95% of tib/fib breaks do) and schedule it if necessary and all that. On facebook, twitter, via email, texts, and phone calls, I got an outpouring of love and support and offers of help from friends and most of the league, which moved me to tears more than once today. I am so glad I found all these wonderful women, who never stop surprising me with their generosity and talents.
Dunno if I’ll be blogging lots more for a bit, due to boredom, or less due to time crunch, or the same due to a return to routine soon, but I hope you’ll bear with me as I recover from my second big derby injury.