Broken Ankle

My weekend has been interesting so far. On Friday night, I was supposed to play in a Texas Hold 'Em tournament....and of course Saturday is my father/son day (will explain that later). Well, at approximately 2:00 pm, I received a call for an arraignment.....and at approximately 5:30pm, I was retained. There goes my Texas Hold 'Em. My client of course was not arraigned that evening, and we went into the next day. There goes my father son day..at least part of it..or so I think. We have nothing before lunch (They had his paperwork, but it wasn't finished processing).....I go to lunch at my office, speak with one of my other clients and head back to the arraignment part. On my way back...here I am. Looking smooth in my best suit (and yes...this is my BEST suit)...my cufflinks (did I mention a prosecutor actually summed up on them once).....and eating some potato chips with my briefcase over my shoulder. I go to step up on the curb...and the next thing I know..that smooth surface of my brand new butter soft leather shoes......does not grip what it's supposed to, and within about a second I am looking at my feet. The problem is that I am looking at my feet and I'm not looking down. Which means my feet had to be at about a 90 degree angle to me. You know what the next step is (and I have a theory..it's just me...if I'm looking at my feet and I'm supposed to be standing up..and embarassing moment is occuring before my very eyes). I fall flat on my ass, the potato chips I was eating start flying around (despite my attempts to save them)..the only thing missing is my briefcase flying open and papers flying everywhere. Oh...there is a bonus. While I'm on my way to landing on my ass, I hear a sound. I'm not sure what this sound is...a crack...a snap......a click..but something. I know it's not a good sound to hear while on my way to landing..not on my feet. I also notice that my left foot is doing weird things to attempt to avoid and embarrasing moment. And we all know that I must maintain smoothness at all times and avoid embrassing moments at all costs.
BAM. I'm on my ass.
I swiftly look around, thinking to myself...you could possibly play this off if no one is near enough to you to snicker the same way you would if you were watching this happen to someone else. I then try to get up..with that crooked smile that I do. I swiftly realize something is very wrong here......ummmm...very wrong. I kind of can't get up. (I've fallen..and I can't get up). Thoughts begin to run swiftly through my head. The first one is of course..it's time to abandon the idea that you're going to play this off, and you need to sit your ass on the curb. And of course it's kind of cold. As I'm collecting myself, I realize that I can't put any weight on my left leg...and I can't stand up. That's not good. You're not cool any more. You're not smooth. Ummmm....you need to worry about what to do next and whether this is a break, fracture or sprain. Perspective time.
I can't get up, I can't stand up, I sit my stupid ass on the curb and wait patiently for someone to come over to help me and see what's wrong. Of course that doesn't happen. Hey...I live in New York, and not only that..I'm in Brooklyn.
Actually about 45 seconds later a woman comes over with her daughter and asks me if I'm OK. I am so appreciative of this woman right now, I could kiss her. If I could stand up. Which I can't. She holds out her hand, I grab it, and I am able to stand up straight, which I think is OK. Another woman comes over who had called the police, but I realize that I don't have to take an ambulance (which is my fear at this point in time)......and maybe I can actually walk the 4-5 blocks to court. I thank the woman who helped me and the one who called the police (see...you selfish bastard..you thought no one was helping you)......and I try to walk to the courthouse. There is only one problem. What is about 4 blocks suddenly seems like about 20 miles. Luckily one of my other clients was in the area (he had to speak to me about money and a second case I have with him)...and I have him pick me up. Meanwhile, I call the wife, she is concerned, I tell her I'll sort it out, she doesn't believe me. She calls my brother, who comes and meets me at the courthouse. I arrive at the courthouse, I am scared to look down for fear that I have things twisted and sticking out the wrong way. Every single football game I have ever seen with injuries to players flashes through my mind.
I arrive at the courthouse...barely walking......(because you know me...gotta get that money..I'm not abandoning this arraignment)........and my ankle is swollen. Umm..kind of really big, 'cause I can see it through my sock. I meet my client, I complete the arraignment. I hobble out to my car which my brother has picked up for me.
I realize I'm really hungry...and since the only thing wrong with me is my left foot (thank God for small or big favors)........I can still drive. So I drop my brother back to his house and I drive to my house. Before going to the hospital, I have a great plate of ox tails, macaroni and cheese and cabbage that is NO JOKE. I woof this down, and my wife takes me to the hospital. I had the greatest ER experience one can have. They called me within about 5 minutes for triage..then about another 5 minutes to be admitted. A woman with a pleasent personality and demanor (yes, she was attractive...not in the "I want to fuck you" kind of way..but the pleasent looking kind of way)..examines my ankle, presses a few places and the only place it hurts is where the swelling is. Oh...my ankle looks like a mushroom right now.
They take x-rays. I have to wait a little while for the results. I'm saying to myself..."Come on sprain..come on sprain..come on.....SHIT.....it's broken".
So i'm sitting here in a soft cast that kind of got hard over night...and I have to go to an orthopedist sometime soon. Like Monday soon. But I have court on Monday. *sigh* The dramas of life.

At least I will have more time to blog..I have been neglecting my blog. I also will have more time to delay my trials. Especially this attempted murder case that has me worried out the ass.

Well..that was my day yesterday. My son is soooo concerned about me. I love him. And my wife. Who loves me in spite of myself.
It's 5:59 am, and I really should be asleep, but I'm not. I wonder how hard it is to make waffles on crutches? I will find out in about an hour :)