That's Fishy

While at my weekend retreat (see above), I did the usual. I relaxed while listening to 80's music, splashed around with my fellow poolers, noshed on junk food...and fell off the pool ladder.

I do this annually and sometimes sustain substantial injury.

This year was no different...my right foot slipped off the third rung and my left foot struck the corner of each rung as I eventually hit the bottom of the pool with my rear. It stung but I got over it pretty quickly. I climbed back up on my raft and resumed my sing-along with "Flock of Seagulls."

Last night, I sat on my couch back in Chicagoland and had my left leg curled under me. I got up and my left ankle was throbbing! Thinking it was just sore from the day, I went to bed.
After tossing and turning for nearly two hours, my foot hurt so badly I couldn't stand on it. I had to crawl to the bathroom. GREAT! I only had a 15-hour day planned the next day! What was I going to do, CRAWL in the hospital hallways? I turned on the bathroom light and discovered that the top of my left foot was purple and my ankle was 3x the normal size. Where could I get crutches at 2 a.m.? How about darvocet? Think, Dorrie, think!

I crawled back to the kitchen where I propped myself up on the cupboard. After downing 4 advil, I scanned the fridge and freezer for anything cold to soothe my stupid foot. The Lean Cuisine was too square, the soy burger too small, and I was out of ice cubes. There wasn't enough shredded cheese to make a difference. Sighing heavily, I grabbed the tilapia fillets, wrapped the package in Meijer bag, and went back to bed. Surprisingly, they did the trick and now I have dinner defrosted for tonight! Don't worry, that grosses me out, too. I threw the poor fish fillets away after they spent 4 hours on my foot!

In fact, I might not be buying tilapia again anytime soon!