Back to the grind

Once home, life started back at it's slow pace. Life consisted of basically work. I tried to stay as busy as possible and concentrated on my job. I really loved my job. I was good at it and it brought me a lot of satisfaction.

I was working at a local hospital in the medical center, doing remodels and they were building a new wing and the work there was constant. Two weeks has passed since coming home from my wonderful vacation and I was working in a small room with another electrician and we were pulling in the wire for an electronic scan medicine cabinet. When my journeymen went to step up on a ladder that was leaned against the wall. I said "hold on, let me brace it for you", but before the words registered in his mind he was on the second rung of the ladder and it slid back on the slick tile floor. No big deal right? Wrong. My right foot was directly behind the ladder and was pinned between the ladder with all his weight and the wall behind me.

OUCH!! Man that hurt, but I didn't really think it was that big of a deal. At lunch, I told the foreman what happened and went on with my day. They following day my ankle hurt really badly and I told my boss and he let me work on blueprint take-offs so I could stay off it, and let it rest. That night I went home, took off my work boot, and my foot blew up. The swelling was horrible. That evening I decided that I should probably go to the doctor to see what was going on.