Four hours later, walking became increasingly more painful and difficult. I left work early, came home, and went to the ER. The NP who treated me informed me the good news was it isn't broken and the bad news was it isn't broken. Hopefully it is just a bad sprain and I didn't damage any ligaments or tendons.
They were just about to discharge me with a pair of new crutches and a script for 600 mg ibuprofen when my brain decided that dry heaving, turning ghost white, and getting clammy while still on the stretcher in the hallway would get me some better scripts. And it worked. After a shot of toradol in the bum and a script for percocet, I started to feel much better and was given the ok to leave.
I have to give a big thank you to Blondie for taking me to the ER and being so patient with me, the incredible klutz.
I hope everyone enjoys the holiday weekend and stays safe.