I awoke at 5:30, and checked to see if the hot water had magically restored itself over night. It hadn't, so I put three pots of water on the stove on medium while I went down to the gym and ran 2 miles.
After my workout, I started to concoct a shallow bath for myself. I absolutely cannot handle a cold shower. This involved a few more rounds of heating water in my pots and even then, the shallow bath was warm at best. I got through it though!
After our violin practice I went to blow-dry my hair with my broken hair dryer. My regular hair dryer broke-broke (kind of exploded inside) on Saturday, but I saved the other broken hairdryer as a back-up for JUST this situation. For your information, hair-dryers provide hot air for a reason, much more effective in drying hair at a rapid rate and in warm snuggly comfort, then the cold air just blowing on your hair doing nothing but slowly, very slowly drying hair, after a luke-warm, shallow bath...
I conquered the coldness!
Lolly and I then headed out to a busy day: drop-off, attend Phoebe's lesson, print go-see, audition, pick-up Lolly, pick-up Phoebe, head home.
During our transfer at around 8:45, Lolly and I walked down one flight of stairs. She was talking my ear off about her cousin and I said: "Can you please hold that thought because I'm concentrating on walking?" (no joke, I really thought it important to focus on walking that morning). On the second set of stairs, on my fourth step, suddenly I found myself sitting on the second stair. We dropped Lolly's backpack and someone handed it to me and then we got up and made our way down the rest of the stairs. Lolly was all tears and said she hurt her bum and her foot. I picked her up and comforted her and then realized I was hurt too.
When I could not really walk at all, just hobbled slowly, and it took me longer to cross the street then the electronic walk/don't walk sign allowed, I suspected I was in trouble. I made it to Lolly's school and decided I needed to change the schedule. Instead of Phoebe's lesson I decided to ice. I elevated as much as I could with a bag of frozen edamame on my rapidly-swelling foot.
I asked a few parents for their opinion and a variety were given. I then decided that I would just ignore the fact that I could not walk and get on with my castings. I took a bus and then the subway and walked the half block to the first casting. I consulted with a few friends there, and they agreed my foot wasn't looking too good. I took a cab to the next audition, and in between called my doctor for a recommendation of a foot doctor.
My walking was getting slower and slower and very difficult, so I called the foot doctor and got an appointment. I showed up 2 and a half hours early because I couldn't do anything but sit, elevate and ice. I got all settled in the waiting room and then I was told that their office was not covered by my insurance. The doctor noticed that I was having a meltdown in the waiting room and that my foot was rather large and he would not let me leave.
He took some pictures and there it was: A fracture named Jones. And due to the whole insurance situation, he sent me away with a minimal charge for his service. He was the highlight of my day. A man who would not let the system dictate his decisions. He saw that I was in serious need and attended to me in haste.
I went to the ER...the place I was TRYING to avoid all along, and was home 8 hours later. I only had one other meltdown when I was freezing cold, overly hungry and alone. An otis spunkmeyer muffin, frosted cornflakes and strawberry yogurt scarfed down in about 2.5 minutes made me feel a bit better, but I was still in a puddle of tears. I asked a hospital employee in the hallway for some kleenex, her reply: "What's it for?"
"My nose!" (that was my second curse of the day, the first one was a bit harsher at the first doctor's office.)
I had a hard time staying out of the dark place: my anti-seizure drug makes my bones weak! That's why this happened! I am aging faster then I should! This is so stupid! Why is this happening to me! How can I even do any job now? What am I going to look like for my concert in a few weeks? What about my cute new heels? Why did the subway betray me like this? Ice skating? No more ice skating?
You get the idea.
And I still don't know what I'm gonna do today, and tomorrow and for Thanksgiving and for my flight to Chicago and how I'm going to pick up my kids on crutches and everything else.
But I do know that I have wonderful family and friends who always pick me up when I'm down. I got home from the hospital and my daughters had written me a letter: We Hope you feel Better! We will pray for your broken foot. Love, Phoebe & Lolly.
And so I cried again.