There we were... at the bowling alley.
Edit: (I forgot to say that this happened on Thursday last week... before I knew that the falling was not my brain!)
Kathy could not convince little J to put on the bowling shoes. He was horrified and only wanted his shoes. Hey, it's not like I blame him.
So, I headed back to the counter to speak to the manager about allowing him to bowl in sneakers. I mean, c'mon, he's just 4, right?
And, then it happened. I stepped down with my left foot and was already coming up with my right foot when my whole left side gave out. Ankle twisted as my leg wouldn't respond, and my left arm wouldn't help me stop myself either.
I fairly quickly, but not fast enough got my right arm up, and was able to at least break the fall against the counter, but my right wrist got scraped, and smooshed and bruised with all my weight being thrust against it and the counter.
The manager fussed and I tried to recover. Shoe problem sorted out I limped/stumbled awkwardly back to Kathy and all the kids.
Smile on my face, greeted the horror on Kathy's and I told her, 'I am fine, just a little twist of the ankle, and I bumped my wrist!' Insert more big smiles here.
I sent Hammer to get ice for my wrist. I was ignoring the ankle completely and since my leg was still weak and numb it didn't hurt - a plus right? My wrist, on my right side which was feeling pain just fine, was really throbbing!
Hammer returned, sans ice, and said that the cafe lady has to report the incident, and then will bring ice and forms. Yay. So, the ice arrived with the assistant manager, and he filled out forms. I signed.
I guess it was in caseI wanted to sue.
They got to the line, any medical issues to report, I said no. I mean, please... the line was this long ______________ . I would need pages and pages of space! LOL
Anyhow, then, Kathy follows me and the assistant manager when I had to show them 'exactly' how it happened. I said I turned my ankle on the mat.
Not true, but I didn't want the kids or Kathy or anyone worrying.
So, I thought I was very smooth when I tried to demonstrate how it all happened.
Apparently, not. When I spoke later to Kathy, and admitted the truth, she told me she 'knew it'. I laughed. She said she figured either a) I was lying (and poorly) to keep her from worrying or b) I really believed that was what happened and was in a sort of denial about it. LOL
My best friend and sister of my heart knows me so well.
That night, when I finally got off legs, took off my shoes and showed Hubby the ankle, he freaked! It was bad, really bad. All kinds of black purple and swollen like a big fat grapefruit. Pfft... I've had worse. lol
As you can see, it really is good that I know for sure now that the brain thingy isn't causing my symptoms!
Strings have been pulled at the hospital where my dad works and where they have a first rate MS Center. I will be seen by their head neurologist on Friday am. That is a relief.
I spent the day on the phone getting the copies of all my tests from my hospital in NYC put onto cd. That is the latest thing.
I also spent a ton of time trying to find an ENT or Neurosurgeon who participates with my insurance who can look at this cyst/tumor brain thingy. UGH. No luck so far. I have given up for today, having reached my quota of stress and frustration.
If only Dr. McDreamy were real!!! lol