Who Gets Stuck Under a Door?!... Monday, April 30

Unlike my morning, that started off with a surprise movie day date, my afternoon bit the big pickle in that it was a super sour one.

I got stuck under a door.  Yes, you read right.  I got stuck under a door.  Dang, typing it out a second time here sure didn’t help to relieve myself of any embarrassment.

Here’s my sketchy-sketch to help explain.

  

When you enter my apartment, you enter my shoe room, then you have to open another door and step up to enter the main part of my apartment.  Well, in my attempt to not step on my recently washed floor, I thought I’d balance on my left tippy-toes, hold on to the door knob, and lean to reach my keys.  Foot slipped, door continued forward and crash went my body, jamming my left ankle under the door.  Trust me, if that sounded painful well I can reassure you that it was.  It was incredibly painful. 

I feared the worst; I feared I had broken my ankle.  And with our boxing club just days away from our soft opening, a broken ankle is the last thing I can afford right now so I was in a bit of a panic mode at this point.  I was wearing my hiking boots though so with my ankle fully under the door but my hiking boots quite chunky, I couldn’t simply pull my ankle from under the door.  I tried to push the door more open but one of my metal lace clips on my boot seemed to have lodged itself into the other side of the door.  I was clearly stuck and definitely in pain.  My ankle was twisted, as was my knee, but with repeated try and fails on my attempt to free myself, I finally decided to wait it out. Surely Snickers would be home soon, after all it was around 4:30pm when this happened and he was expecting me to call him, to tell him when to pick me up and take me back to the club for more renovation work.  He ended up calling, as did others too, but I had dropped my cell phone when I fell and it now sat half way across the room on the floor.

So I waited… and waited.

All three pups were home and they loved me totally being down on all fours, down on the floor with them.  Balboa thought it was some kind of game, I’m convinced of it, because he continually pounced on me and then would dash away.  Pac continually tried to lick any part of me he could sneak up and lick.  And Pyen Chi stood over me, trying to claw at me to pet her.  Eventually they all left me alone but Pyen Chi stayed by my side.  She slept beside me and acted as a pillow for me. 

By the time Snickers showed up I had passed out for a couple of hours due to pure boredom.  He unlaced my boot and carefully took it off.  At that point I could no longer feel my foot or move it for that matter.  The door had cut off the circulation to my foot and the fall had twisted it.  Snickers trying to massage it resulted in me almost kicking him with my sore ankle, it was just that painful. 

I had laid there for five hours and it pretty much took just as long for the circulation to come back and throbbing to calm down. 

Yes, five hours, you read that too.  I feel at 4:30pm and Snickers returned home at 10:17pm.  Turns out after training WOW Motors President, they went out for dinner together, nice.  He went and ate an overly expensive but free meal while I laid on the floor with 3 four-legged furries trying to make a large play toy out of me, fabulous.