Well, it went like this:
I went out to my car to leave work. My right foot lost footing on the ice, and my left foot wasn't helping at all. My right leg hyper-extended - a lot. I fell. I yelled. I cried. I dug my cell phone out of my coat pocket and called the circ desk. Amazingly, Kelly understood when I asked to send security out to save me (I was a little hysterical by then). William . . . and Patty . . . and Gary came out, and they called 911 (exciting, huh?) By the time the squad came, Mary Beth's hubby was there, and they had all gathered up my library stuff (exercise DVDs, ironically) and put them in my car, etc. They had to lift me up (the paramedics and William and Gary - I have no idea who actually did the hoisting) and put me in a chair-like stretcher thing (whoever invented those stretcher improvements was genius) I went to Riverside. X-rays and Cat scan later, and I was diagnosed. There is a small vertical fracture in my tibia, and a bone chip behind my patella. They gave me crutches, pain med prescription and a big velcro immobilizer and sent me home. Don't even ask about the physical comedy of me dragging myself into the house and to the bathroom!
Mike and Si are being fabulous. Seriously fabulous. They're keeping their cell phones with them so I can call for help, even in the middle of the night. My boss, also is wonderful, telling me over and over not to worrk about work. I will call the orthopedic surgeon Monday morning to make an appointment in the coming week. He'll determine if I just need time, or if I'll need some kind of surgery.
So - be careful on the ice!
I'll be off work for a while, and, thanks to DH's great decision to get a cable plan that includes WiFi, I'm able to come to you straight from my recliner! Even more helpful, because, apparently, narcotics make me even more talkative (until I get too sleepy). :-) Lucky readers!