No I wasn't that drunk, sure I had a few drinks but I was well able of walking. Ill start at the beginning.
My cousin and I were at home having a few beers and then decided to meet some people he had met in work, 3 girls and 1 guy. It became obvious that they were a little further ahead on the drunk scale so the conversation was hilarious.
One of the girls kept repeating the phrase: "do you know what I mean like" while searching for her nail glue and talking about the outfit she bought, one of the other girls kept on saying "Whaa". Pretty sure she meant: "What". (girls no offence)
After one or two beers we decided to head off to the nightclub, we got separated from the other guy and girl so just the 4 of us walking down the street. The girl that was looking for her nail glue had some trouble walking (massive heels) so she held on to my arm of course cant leave one girl hanging so she held on to her friends arm.
All is going well and I am doing my best keeping my balance while thinking: How in the world did I end up in this position tonight? The girls needed money so we had to cross the road to get to the ATM and all went downhill from there. I obviously didn't see this but this is what my cousin saw.
All 3 of the girls went straight down to the ground and purses flew and hair products covered the road...
What happened was, I stepped down onto the road first but I stepped in a GIANT pothole and twisted my ankle and just fell onto my hands and knees. Because the girls were depending on my flats and somewhat soberness they kinda just fell along....
I'm on the road for about 5 minutes just thinking: FUCK THIS REAAALLY HURTS (it was really sore), I can hear my cousin going: Ahh for fucks sake... One of the girls went insane because it was her purse that was emptied all across the road (who carries a brush and hairspray out?) she called me a bitch multiple times. " You fucking bitch, you are supposed to be the sober one, fucking bitch". "My purse is broken". This went on for a while and I was trying to explain to her that I didn't really do that on purpose. The pothole was located just at the edge of the kerb so very hard to see (in my defence).
ANYHOWS, we all got up and walked on, had the word "bitch" thrown at me another few times and I had to tell her to stop calling me that because we don't know each other well enough. (I was a little pissed that she was worried about her purse and that my ankle looked like it had eaten a tennis ball). Pretty sure I told my cousin I would attack her if she called me a bitch one more time.
Arrived to the nightclub, because yes I had to go, don't ask me why. Pretty sure the alcohol had numbed some of the pain. After standing still for some while looking at the 6 people on the dance floor, my cousin waved me over as for me to join them to dance, I stepped and the pain shot straight through my leg and I shook my head: Noo way in hell I am "dancing". So I "walked" passed the dance floor and down the stairs towards the exit. Now the security guy saw me limping and asked me if I was ok. I told him I was fine and just twisted my ankle.
This guy insisted that I sit down and have an icepack put on it. So, sure, fine Ill sit down and take the icepack. I didn't know Id be sitting behind the counter where people drop off their coats... So, I was the retard that everyone saw as soon as they walked in!! Brilliant, just what I need.
Lovely security sat with me for a while and helped me down the pair of stairs. He held my hand. Its almost a romantic story! Got home limping and put my broken body to bed.
My cousin and I had a talk the next day and he says that the night was a lot like this for him:
"Whaa, whaa?" "Do you know what I mean like?" "Aaauuuwwwwww" And that in replay. Poor lad...
Second half:
Sunday I spent my day on the couch, asking my cousin to grab me this and that and made him take care of me.
Monday the ankle was still pretty swollen and sore, so I went to the doctors. She asked me a few questions and told me to go to the hospital in Naas for an x-ray. "If I had to put money on it, Id say its not broken, just in case"... FINEE, my uncle drove me down to Naas, got the scan done and the doctor told me: "You're fine, its not broken". Well you'd think, brilliant! But that still left me with not being able to walk.
I went down to reception and asked them if it was possible to get crutches for a few days to help me get in to work, the guy told me that I would have to go into A&E.. I "walk" down to A&E and ask them the same question. The woman told me that she couldn't give me crutched because I was helped in the main part of the hospital and not A&E itself... Why did I do that? Well because the doctor told me to, as I had the referral letter for radiology.
Fine, got back into the car and drove home. I got home and my mother said: "Emma that's not right, it needs to be taped at least". So I call back the doctor and they told me that they don't do that and I should just let it rest.... SO, I paid 55 euros just to find out that my ankle wasn't broken!! Obviously!!
Gotta love Ireland
