Why Everyone Needs A BFF (long)

So today I went to My BFF's house to work on some daunting paperwork for school that has been hanging over my head. She said she would help look up some of the data I needed. First we had to have coffee and gossip a bit. About an hour later we got to work. Unfortunately, she couldn't remember her internet password. We played "What would I use?" for a while plugging in ex-boyfriends from 30 years ago, Pet names and kid names, as well as all of her top secret imaginary lovers. None worked so we took another break to sit on her deck and catch some sun. Except as I was crossing the deck I missed a small step and Superman dove off of the deck and face planted into the yard.

BFF raced to my side and proceeded to cackle with laughter. Seriously, she was spitting on me and gasping for breath she was laughing so hard. Which got me laughing to the point that I was practically peeing my pants. Until I tried to get up and the pain in my foot was so severe I thought I was going to throw up. We tried to get back on the deck but between laughing and howling in pain we looked and sounded like complete idiots. After crawling to the deck and icing my foot for a while we finally decided I should go to the ER.

Luckily the ER wasn't busy so I got right in. Of course the first question was "What happened?" and of course we both started laughing again. I explained that the right side of my foot near my toes was painful to the touch. The Dr. examined my foot and said "Let's get an ankle x-ray." Fine, but my ankle is ok. My foot hurts. "Right", she said "A foot picture". So we go to x-ray and the girl says "Let's get a shot of that ankle." It's NOT my ankle. It's my foot. The tech calls the Dr. who changed the order to my foot. X-rays are taken. We go back to the exam room. Dr. comes in and says "Your ankle isn't broken." BFF is all "Dear, you do remember her foot is what is hurt? That part way below her ankle that is all swollen and turning purple?" "Oh yes. That's what I said." said the medical guru.

"We'll put an air cast on it and you should RICE it for a day or two. Walking is fine, just don't wear heels." are the directions she gave. No problem except my big, purple foot which is now turning blue is too painful to wiggle let alone put pressure on. A tech guy comes in when she leaves and says "I'm here to put this aircast on your (get ready for it) ANKLE. "It's my/her foot!" we both say with varied degrees of incredulity. OK he says and continued to put on the ankle cast. It is a nice shade of blue which completely matched my foot which has no support what so ever in the ankle cast. I just wanted to get the hell out of there so I smile nicely and say Thank you and BFF wheels me out to the lobby. The sweet elderly volunteer asks ever so kindly "Oh, What did you do honey?" Without losing a beat BFF says "She hurt her foot. But not to worry. Her ankle is just fine!" I think she thought we were losing it as we belly laughed our way across the room. I made her stop while I threw away all of the paper work telling me how to care for my sprained ankle.

So I am lying on the couch, RICE-ing my foot and will call our favorite orthopedic Dr. in the morning to get a second opinion. BFF is going to take me if she can stop laughing long enough to find her car keys. I sure hope I don't twist an ankle trying to get in the car.