Internet, you know what two things don't mix? Walking down a set of stairs and Blackberrying. Trust me. On the Friday night before I flew home for Christmas, I was walking down the stairs in my apartment building and I was stupidly sending an email via my blackberry at the same time. As I was walking, I thought to myself, "Ellen, this is very dangerous and stupid. You are in no rush! Stop and send this email so that you can be safe and not hurt yourself."
So I stop on the second to last step and send my email (shout out to Honey who was the
recipient of said email heard round the world). Then, I guess my brain thought I had made it all the way down the steps, because I stepped out like I was walking and proceeded to fall down the last two stairs, rolling my foot and hearing a lovely *crunch, pop* noise. I laid at the bottom of the steps, writhing in pain, my mind racing - "
Ok, I'm gonna have to call Carrie...she is going to have to get me to a cab and to the emergency room where they are going to have to cut this snowboot off my foot, where my bone will surely be sticking through the skin because I TOTALLY JUST BROKE MY
FREAKIN' FOOT!! OW OW OWOW OWOW
OOWOWWOWO!!!!"
I crawled up the steps back to my apartment where I immediately put ice on my foot and propped it up. Then I called my Athletic Trainer for advice and moral support. Yes, I have my own certified athletic trainer on speed dial...and
luckily she is my sister. So I call Katie and explain to her what just happened, and after she finished rolling around on her floor, clutching her belly with laughter, she gets on the phone and assures me that my foot is not broken and gives me medical advice (put a sock on it for compression, prop it up higher than your heart, take some
advil, put a bag of ice on it for 20 min, rest it for 40 min, repeat.)
And then I lost it. I started BAWLING into the phone about how I live all by myself, and I can't get up and get a sock and there is no one to take care of me and it was so scary when I fell, and it hurts
reeeaaallllyyyy bbbbaaaaddddd and ice is
cooolllldddd and could I go into shock cause I am shaking like I'm going into shock and would it be possible for a blood clot to travel from my foot to my heart killing me and no one would know and my cat would get hungry and eat my remains before anyone found me and i want to come home to north
carolina riiiggghhhttt nnnooowwww!!!
At which point my sister literally yelled into the phone "Get it together woman"! And so I did. I called Carrie who came the next morning to help me get a cab and get my bags to the airport, I flew home where Dr. Katie hooked me up with medical attention and a very attractive boot to wear around over the Christmas break.
Enjoy these lovely pics of my
un-pedicured *gasp!* foot and an instructional video from Katie on how to wrap an ankle.

You know its bad when Katie, who has seen dislocated shoulders, broken fingers, and all sorts of gross stuff, looks at my foot and goes - "Oh Ellen. That is bad." Sweet.

Puffy and painful.

Also starting to turn interesting colors. By the end of the week the whole top foot of my foot was blue including my toes.
Dr. Katie explains wrapping my foot. So professional. Dad's college education money finally pays off.