Sprained ankle

So I had a really awesome moment. Both kids were totally knocked out and Scott and I had some alone time. So we did what brought us together in the first place. Played some basketball. I can't begin to tell you how much we love our evenings playing basketball when we have time for them. Scott was pretty exhausted from work but I really wanted to play. So we went out and I was doing so awesome. I made some crazy left handed shots and a sweet 3. I was up but then he started catching up. I think it was 7-6 and we were laughing and having fun and I was dribbling the ball. I was close to the basket and had my back to it. I had started to turn to my left but then started going right and my stupid permanently swollen ankle from its previous 11 or 12 twists gave out and I couldn't catch it. I had an incident once a week or so before when I was wearing the wrong shoes and had to change to my bball ones but I caught myself then. I didn't this time. It hurt sooooo bad and then I scraped my knee too. I was laying on the ground dying. I was able to walk on it ok a couple min later. I tried not to let it get too tight until I went to bed.

That night I woke up because Jackson was starting to fuss a bit. I wanted to die. The pain was pretty ridiculous. I told Scott I would much rather go through labor and delivery than deal with that pain. Seriously so bad. I hopped to check on Jackson but he ended up sleeping still. Scott was in Charlotte's room because she woke up crying at some point and he had fallen asleep. I got him up and he came back to bed. The pain was just awful and throbbing and would not stop. After about 20 minutes of horrific pain (words cannot describe the hatred I have for ankle sprains. I have mastered those thanks to basketball) I finally got a little clarity and remembered the glorious loritab from pregnancy hanging around in the kitchen. I had Scott grab one and it actually took away most of the pain (better than the round ligament pain I had during this last pregnancy where the dent in pain was slight). It was nice to be able to actually kind of walk on it. I was able to get up and feed Jackson and the throbbing had stopped. Oh the relief! But I had to trade the pain for feeling drugged. Yuck. I ended up taking another one 3-4 hours later because the pain was coming back strong and I can take up to 2 every 4 hours so I figured I was safe. I can't begin to fathom what that would feel like. I ended up getting sick later on and puking twice because it makes me so nauseous. How do people get addicted to this stuff? One makes me too loopy and sick. 2 in one dose might be bad. But the relief was welcomed and I haven't had to take anything since. Its still a bit sore but amazingly no bruising. I've been surprised how well I can walk on it. So not as bad as I expected. Thank goodness. I did take a couple pics. You can kinda see the swelling