What do you mean "no workers comp" for stay at home moms?!?

I never in my life imagined that being partially crippled could be so much work. I know, right? That doesn't make sense...if you can't walk around then that means you have to sit around all day long. Doesn't that sounds dreamy? How many times have I ever thought to myself "Gosh, I wish I could get a sick day" and for the most part that's what I have had for the past 38 hours, and it has wiped me out completely. But let me back track a bit for those who have no idea what I am talking about (ie. people who aren't my friend on facebook). 

On Wednesday afternoon, at approximately 4:28pm I was slipping my flip flops on to go look in the van for a toy of Simon's that he was just certain was in the van. I walked out the door, stepped of the porch(about 3ft high) and rolled my ankle. Notice...I did not fall off the porch. I did not leap or jump off. I just casually stepped off, rolled my ankle.We assume it's sprained and no, I have not had an x-ray yet. 

Now I have learned many things over the past 38 hours. I learned that my computer chair makes a great wheelchair, for example. I learned that even if you can't carry your coffee from the kitchen to the living room, you can still find a way to sweep up cheerios out of the floor. I learned that crutches....hurt after about 4 hours of using them. I learned that if you don't want the opinion of everyone who remotely knows anything about anything, don't tell anyone that you are injured. I am amazed at the number of people who feel it necessary to educate me that I should ice and elevate my sprained ankle. Gah, seriously? Who knew? *eye roll*

I honestly never believed that a little sprained ankle would be so much trouble. I figured, meh, a few days off my feet, not so hard. But it is. I have 3 kids and I have to make lunch and dinner and I have do most things that I normally do but with much more difficulty so it takes twice as long and I am in pain while doing it. I have been using muscles that I didn't even know that I had to support my weight so that I can move around and as a result, they are now sore :-) I think by the time this is all over I am going to be great shape except for the one fat, flabby leg. Can you imagine? Having like one half of your ass toned and firm the other half...well, you get the idea. All joking aside, I have been an emotional wreck this morning. I never thought I would see the day that I would burst into tears because I came all the way into the living room to change a poopy diaper only realize that the wipes were still in the bathroom. Never thought I would sob because there was no one old enough in the house to go refill my coffee and bring it back to me without spilling it(for the record, you cannot carry a drink and walk on a crutches at the same time, bad idea). And I never thought I would feel so accomplished and empowered by my ability to stand on one leg and take a shower. I never thought of myself as independent until I became much less so and now...well...it's an emotional roller coaster. Oh yeah, you heard me. A sprained ankle is emotional rollercoaster. Call me a drama queen...I am exhausted, I am disabled, and I can't refill my coffee. I have the right to pout, and I can't even drive myself to the store to get junk food to comfort me...so there. Blech!

Big thank you to Jessica for the crutches and Mandi for coming to my house to cook our dinner last night :-) I love my best friends! 

And now....it's off to attempt laundry on one leg since it won't do itself :-)