I really, really, REALLY wish that this were an April Fools Day thing I was trying to pull on everybody, but it's not and it sucks. It's not Earth-Shattering or Catastrophic, it's just a major MAJOR major Bummer for me because it might mean that I can't go to ECCC this year :(
Yesterday afternoon we were having some pretty awesome kite-flying weather so i took Molly outside to fly a kite. While out there, I decided to take the Pallets that are sitting in our front yard and construct a fort out of them, as I had been planning to do for a few weeks now. I stacked and arranged them perfectly, now all I needed was a hammer and nails to secure it in place. But Molly was intent on playing in it NOW. Seeing as how precariously stacked wooden pallets could potentially be hazardous to her health, I pulled Molly away and told her that I would need to knock it down and maybe build it again when Mommy is around to make sure that we're safe.
I knocked down the little fort with ease; it's a good thing Molly hadn't been playing in there! Unfortunately, the Kite had somehow blown in to the wreckage and was wedged between two pallets. DOH! So I turned around to start picking up my pile of wood and retrieve our kite when...
I hit an uneven bit of our yard right next to where the concrete walkway is. My ankle bent one way, my foot went the other way, my knee went an entirely different way, I heard a loud SNAP from somewhere in my ankle area. I flipped up in the air and came crashing down on the concrete with my opposite knee.
I somehow was able to crawl the 15-foot distance from the walkway to our door and prop myself up in my chair while still maintaining a "Ha ha ha! Oopsy! Silly Daddy" attitude as to not freak out my kid. THE PAIN WAS INTENSE, and I think I may have passed out once or twice before Crsytal got home.
The ankle is swollen and I can't put any weight on it. The knee is in A LOT of pain. I didn't go to the hospital last night because I'm really hoping that I'm just a pussy and that it'll heal up on it's own before Friday night. I don't want to be The Guy at The Convention on Crutches! Worst case scenario, The Doctor will tell me to stay off of it for a week making me miss the convention entirely :(
ALL YEAR LONG I look forward to this convention! it's my ONE GREAT BIG "THING" that keeps me going! Every other thing that I kind of pass-up or can't afford or just can't justify getting... Video Games, new comics, new games, movies, DVD's... lots of little stuff I'd really like to have throughout the year. But i put them all aside just so I can justify spending $100 each year at the Emerald City Comic Con. It's my "Release".
The thought that I might not be able to go, or that I'll have to go on Crutches or in a wheel chair or something has me extremely depressed. You can't get in there and DIG for the good deals if you're in a cast and carrying crutches! And I love you all very much, but there isn't a single one among you that I would trust to go in there and find the deals for me.
So tonight I'm going to go to my Doctor and see what he says. Hopefully they've developed some sort of Wonder Pill that fixes this stuff immediately, right?