2 weeks ago, I was coming home after overtime work, around 7.30 pm. I brought a lot of stuff with me, so I ask for a cab. As the cab comes, they informed me so I have to go downstairs. My office is on the 2nd floor. We use the stairs instead elevator.
Few days before, my mother has to be treated for some hours in ER. We came home at 2am. She got gastritis and it often occur when she forgot to take meal properly.
That night when I fell, I brough 30 cans of milk with me along with some biscuits for her, and also some other documents to proceed work at home. I stepped down the stairs carefully, and then when I thought the stairs over, it's not over yet.
I got 2 steps away from the bottom, when I think I'm on the bottom. I fell, and thankfully I divide my overweight body weight to wide surface. I fell on the side, my hand was up to protect my head from bumping the floor. I feel pain on my right ankle.
I can't see it or I may faint, so I try to feel my right leg to know where's the problem is by my hand without moving my leg at all. I feel different structure on my ankle. That's when I started to scream for help.
It took a while till someone came, a co-worker. As she came, she went out again right away. She saw my ankle shape and can't stand to see it, so she backed away. That time I started to cry, it must be really terrible. I cried out of fear. So I push my leg onto the wall and try to get it back in shape. I can't remember how it feels, too many things overwhelmed me at that time.
Not a while later a bunch of people already surrounds me. They tried to move me to get to hospital but I refuse to move an inch until I got first aid to my ankle.
I hate to say this, we are working in medical business but none of them understand first aid. So I asked them to find 2 splints-like for me and a rope. They find the splints and the rope and as they want to put it on me, they did it wrong, so I have to do it myself. Surely they helped after found the pattern.
Finally they carried me to the nearest hospital. I was in great pain. I ask them to only inform my brother and no one else. I'm afraid they'll tell my mother and she will be in great panic.
I got rontgent and then I saw my brother already arrived. I ask my friends to just return home coz it's already late and they might miss the bus. My brother already came anyway. The doctor came,a dn explained I broke my fibula, and got dislocated ankle. They will operate me for ORIF the next day.
In short, my mom came that night coz too late and none of her child home yet. So she came by the hospital and accompany me most of the time. As I got operated, my bosses even wait till I'm done. My friends at work also came, and many gws wishes from social media.
Currently, I may not stepped down my foot for 2 months and have to use supporting device. The doctor asked me to use crutches, but I tend to use wheelchair so that further accident won't happen. The cost is too high I can't bear another cost for this leg. So play it safe.
Now, would you give another thought on wishing one good luck? Don't break a leg would be perfect.
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