MacGonigal's Ankle

The Road To Recovery Goes Ever On

2006-05-06T15:27:00.000Z

With any luck, this thread is now coming to an end. MacGonigal has been out of hostipal for almost two weeks and is well on the mend. She's off her antibiotics and is back to school - though she's only been back a couple of days and is still on crutches.

Her doctor says that it could take 6 months to a year for her leg to recover fully so she's barred from contact sports and anything else that may put undue strain on her ankle. She will, along with the rest of the family, start going swimming again soon. That should get her off the crutches sooner rather than later. Then life can get back to normal.

Thanks for tuning in. Hopefully, we will not be back for more next week...

Freeeeedommmmm!

2006-04-24T21:00:00.000Z

At last! MacGonigal got out of hostipal last Saturday. Her tummy is upset no more. It turns out that it was a bug that caused it. And it's safe for her to go back onto antibiotic tablets - which she'll have to take for another 10-14 days. There's another blood test to negotiate before she finishes probation, but at least she's now out on license :-} I know, I know, not the best metaphor to fall back on but she really does feel as if she has been in prison. That's why she sat and whistled the theme to The Great Escape as we drove away from hostipal...

Why Are We Waiting?

2006-04-20T13:01:00.000Z

Well, MacGonigal is still in hostipal and we still don't know what is wrong with her! Apparently, there was some problem with her first stool sample (there was urine mixed into it, or something) so a further one has been sent for analysis. With any luck, some kind of result will come back today.

MacGonigal was feeling better this morning when I saw her, even if she was half asleep. She hasn't vomitted for a while and the diarrhoea seems to be trickling to a halt. Mmm, maybe she'll get better before the results come back?!? Somehow I doubt she'll be that lucky. Anyway, she's still on IV antibiotics and won't be able to come home until she can come off the IV and take them orally.

Mum and Dad can't help but wonder how much longer this will drag on. MacGonigal's been very brave and has done really well all things considered but you can't help but wonder how much more she can take...

12 Days In Hospital?

2006-04-17T19:04:00.000Z

It's now Monday and MacGonigal has been in hospital for two more days. She is still suffering from nausea and diarrhoea and still waiting to hear exactly what has caused these. And we still don't know for sure what has caused this setback.

The other day, it seemed likely that it was a reaction to the antibiotics. Now it could be either that or a stomach bug. And until we get some results from the lab to which her samples have been sent, we won't have an answer to that one. Apparently, there could be a further 48 hours delay before we get these results because of the Easter holiday weekend...

I won't get sidetracked by that thorny little issue!!!

Instead, I will share with you a little list that MacGonigal made up. It's called "12 Days In Hospital" and can be sung to a traditional tune which should be easily identified...

12 Blood tests,
11 X-rays,
10 Bed pans,
9 Helpful nurses,
8 Get well cards,
7 Medical students,
6 Uncomfortable beds,
5 Canulas,
4 Doctors,
3 Airplane rides,
2 MRIs,
And a pill shoved up my ass!

She's taken a few liberties with the numbers and not all the events are real but it shows that she still has a sense of humour despite all she has been through. And in total, it's probably more than 12 days in hospital (or "hostipal" as little sister says) but what the hey...

...And Pours And Pours And Pours

2006-04-15T15:45:00.000Z

Today is another of those crappy days that you hope to avoid but, no matter what you do, they still manage to track you down and punch you in the face.

After the now infamous "throwing up in the corridor" incident, things kept getting worse for MacGonigal. She wasn't sick again but instead developed a bad dose of diarrhoea. [Had to look the spelling of that one up, Ed.] Mum called NHS 24 that evening to get advice on what to do. After speaking to a nurse, a doctor phoned back and said that it sounded as if MacGonigal had picked up a bug of some sort. The doctor said to stop giving MacGonigal her antibiotics and give 24 hours for the bug to leave her system. By the next day, Mum and Dad were feeling a bit dodgy too so they thought for a while that the doctor was right and that MacGonigal had brought something nasty back from Glasgow with her.

However, the notes that accompany MacGonigal's antibiotics said that if bad diarrhoea occurred we should get in touch with a doctor immediately. So Mum called NHS 24 again and spoke to a nurse, who then arranged for a doctor to call back. This doctor said that if MacGonigal wasn't being sick but just had diarrhoea, it should be safe to start giving her the antibiotics again but at half the specified dose. She should also be given fluids until the diarrhoea passed (pun intended).

By Friday evening, it seemed to have done just that. MacGonigal felt better though tired. So, she settled down and slept through the night. Things were looking brighter until she had several more trips to the bathroom this morning (Saturday). By now, Mum was fed up with what NHS 24 had to say and wasn't going to trust them again. Things just weren't right and they clearly weren't getting better. So Mum drove MacGonigal over to the local hospital's A&E dept. , determined to speak directly to a pediatrician who was properly acquainted with MacGonigal's history.

And now, Mum has phoned me to say that MacGonigal has been admitted to the hospital because it looks as if the diarrhoea had been caused by the antibiotics after all. MacGonigal is going to be on an IV feed for her antibiotics for a few days and it feels as if we're back to square one again!!

In the meantime, I guess we all have to keep rolling with the punches and stay on our feet no matter what.

It Never Rains But It Pours

2006-04-13T20:47:00.000Z

Well, MacGonigal and her Mum flew back in from Glasgow today. The trip to Yorkhill having been a success!

The doctors are happy that MacGonigal's infection is, in fact, being beaten into submission. It's just taking longer than expected - which is not unusual with osteomyelitis. However, she has to take antibiotics for a few more weeks, by which time it is hoped that the infection will be gone.

Of course, the day was not without its ups and downs. Dad met them at the airport and then he and MacGonigal went back to his office to wait whilst Mum went to do some grocery shopping. Now, MacGonigal had not been feeling to great when she woke up today and had complained of having a dodgy tummy. Sure enough, she was sick in Glasgow airport whilst she and Mum were waiting in line at MacDonald's/Burger King (whichever has the franchise there) - draw your own conclusions about any significance in the location :-) Anyway, she survived that little episode, boarded the plane and enjoyed and incident free flight.

She was all right whilst in Dad's office, even managing to drink a cup of tea. She felt pretty tired though, so didn't do much until Mum phoned to say she was on her way to pick them up. Dad closed up the office and they set off along the corridor to the stairs that would take them to the car park. As luck would have it, he had to run back to the office and returned in time to see poor MacGonigal throw up all over the carpet...

All Checked Out?

2006-04-11T22:51:00.000Z

Well, MacGonigal has had her latest battery of blood tests and a fresh MRI scan. The results won't all be in and reviewed until tomorrow so she has to stay in hospital until then. Her doctors seem quite hopeful that she will be discharged tomorrow. Though she probably won't be out in time for her and Mum to catch a plane home. Bummer.

Still, what matters is the final result not the amount of time it takes. Especially as there's a chance she might even be coming off her antibiotics tomorrow.

Fingers crossed. Touch wood. Etc, etc...

Check Up Time

2006-04-10T08:57:00.000Z

Today, MacGonigal and her mum flew off to Glasgow again. Little sister and I have just returned from seeing them off at the airport. They should be at Yorkhill before midday.

After MacGonigal's recent check up at our local hospital, they docs at Yorkhill decided that they wanted to see her again. She's still experiencing the odd twinge of pain in her ankle and, every once in a while, it gets very warm to the touch. So, they want to make doubly sure that all is well in there and that the infection is in check. This means another MRI scan and more of the dreaded blood tests.

Hopefully, the docs will be impressed with her progress (despite the above concerns) as she can now walk for short spells without her crutches. Most of the time, she gets by with one crutch. This is good, because it means she's able to do more and is helping out round the house again by doing stuff like drying dishes. She is also getting to be a dab hand at knitting and is working on a present for one of her relatives. Unfortunately she is also having to do all the work sent home for her by her school just before the Easter break began. But she doesn't have any problem doing that.

Anyway, MacGonigal will have to spend at least one night in Yorkhill so little sister and I are at home waiting for news. Hopefully it won't take long to come and will be of the good variety!

To Hell In A Handbasket?

2006-04-03T19:50:00.000Z

Well, it has been a while. And you might think that's because after my last post here, things went to hell in a handbasket. I mean, talk about leaving things hanging...

Fortunately, all that shivering and temperature raising was just the onset of a rather bad dose of the flu. We took MacGonigal to the hospital again because of it all but they weren't too concerned. They asked us to keep an eye on her temperature and to get back in touch if it went up above 38.5 degrees centigrade and stayed up. This was on a Thursday. By Saturday, her temperature was pretty steady around the 37 mark and though she felt pretty poorly, there was no cause for alarm.

Since then, things have been getting better and better. MacGonigal is still taking antibiotics and probably will continue with these for another week or two. She can now get about over short distances without her crutches and, with lots of exercise and plenty to eat, she is building her strength back up. Another trip to Yorkhill is in the offing - just to check that the bone is healing properly.

So, the end of this thread is fast approaching. Or so I hope...

Here We Go Again?!?

2006-03-22T23:32:00.000Z

Things had been going well for a few days. Perhaps too well?

MacGonigal was exercising her ankle, trying to relieve the stiffness that had built up in the muscle and tendons due to lack of use. She could take a few steps without the aid of her crutches but Mum & Dad thought that might be pushing things too far too soon. She hardly had any pain in her leg and seldom needed to take any painkillers. The antibiotic tablets seemed to be doing their thing. MacGonigal was happy for what felt like the first time in years. The last 3-4 weeks had been enough to wear anyone down.

Her appetite was coming back slowly and she was starting to regain some of the weight she had lost. However, some of her family and friends who hadn't seen her for a few weeks got a bit of a surprise on seeing how frail she looked. But she was getting better and Mum & Dad were reallly proud of her.

Everyone felt good. Everyone felt happy. Everyone thought the worst was over.

And then it happened.

MacGonigal started to feel a bit listless. Her appetite was fading and she felt tired. Before anyone knew what was happening, her temperature shot up. She started to shiver and feel cold just as she had when the trouble started so many weeks ago.

Mum & Dad couldn't believe it. Was their poor little girl heading right back to square one?

Nearly Out Of The Woods

2006-03-16T14:23:00.000Z

Well, MacGonigal has been home from hospital now for three days. Her ankle is getting better but she still has a way to go - another three weeks of antibiotics and exercising to build her strength up.

She visited her pediatrician this morning and he was very pleased with her progress. He was especially pleased to hear that she'd made it up and down a flight of stairs without help and that she was now making a real effort to move her ankle. As he told her, most of the pain is now just due to stiffness and the more you exercise, the sooner that things will improve. He also reminded her that if she doesn't exercise enough then it could take months rather than weeks for her leg to get better.

MacGonigal has to go back for another check up in a fortnight. And, if things keep improving, she should be completely out of the woods by then.

Fingers crossed...

Home At Last

2006-03-15T14:23:00.000Z

MacGonigal's last few days back in the local hospital were relatively relaxed. It had been a very long few weeks for her and at times she'd been close to breaking point.

In fact, the break almost came when she had to have her cannula changed for the last time. This latest one had been in since she had been in Yorkhill and so it was no real surprise when it became blocked. Her doctor valiantly tried to save the cannula - he knew how upset MacGonigal would be to have it replaced - but he did not succeed. The cannula had to be removed and poor MacGonigal wept as it was taken out. The doctor then numbed the back of her hand with what she had come to know as "magic cream" in readiness for the insertion of a new needle and IV tube. Dad had to watch this process - he'd popped in for a visit before going to work - and he really felt for his daughter as she struggled with her illness.

Mum was suffering from a really bad cold and so couldn't come into the hospital to visit during MacGonigal's last weekend there. However, she had recovered enough to go in and collect MacGonigal on Monday - at last, it was time for her to come home!

Home again, home again? Not quite.

2006-03-14T13:26:00.000Z

MacGonigal spent a week at Yorkhill hospital. The week had its ups (visits from family and friends) and downs (needles, sore ankle, needles, restless nights) but wasn't to bad over all. She even enjoyed finding out that there were teachers available at Yorkhill to spend time with kids who were missing a lot of time at school. MacGonigal hadn't been to school for about three weeks and was missing her pals there, so I think that having a teacher about made some kind of connection for her.

It also gave MacGonigal's Mum an opportunity to get away from the bedside and relax. She knew there was someone else there to take MacGonigal's mind off her foot. MacGonigal's Dad and little sister were getting time to relax as well but it wasn't the same when Mum and MacGonigal were not around.

Happily, the news came through that the invalid would be home on Thursday, the 10th. Dad arranged to meet them off their flight and take MacGonigal back to the local hospital where she would have to stay for a few more days of intravenous treatment. He really wanted to take her straight home but that happy event would have to wait a wee while longer.

Looking back now, MacGonigal says she enjoyed being at Yorkhill. The staff were very nice but were maybe a bit less forgiving when MacGonigal made a fuss. This is no doubt down to the fact that Yorkhill is such a busy place with so many children to treat. Not a complaint by any means, just an indication of the differences between major and minor hospitals. So, many thanks to all the staff at Yorkhill for doing such a fantastic job!

Osteomyelitis Confirmed!

2006-03-13T12:20:00.000Z

The day after arriving at Yorkhill, MacGonigal had an MRI scan done on her ankle. Later, her doctor came back and confirmed that she had osteomyelitis and that they felt antibiotics were the best way to tackle it. MacGonigal, Mum and Dad were very relieved to hear both that the cause of MacGonigal's problem had been identified and that an operation would not be necessary.

MacGonigal settled into the difficult routine of watching tv, reading, and being visited by relatives and friends who insisted on showering her with gifts. She had never seen so many chocolates, books, cards, flowers, juice, and stuff. It was a real bummer that she didn't have much of an appetite. Though then again, it was perhaps just as well, otherwise she would have been going straight onto a long term diet once her ankle got better.

Her fairy-godauntie bought her lots of clothes - she bought a pile of stuff for Mum and MacGonigal's little sister too. All in all, she didn't have too bad a time at Yorkhill - except for the needles. MacGonigal did not like them one little bit!

Her Dad and little sister waited at home, hoping that Mum and MacGonigal would be back soon. However, the weekend came and went but there was no word of when they would be back. But MacGonigal was now getting better very quickly. She wasn't in so much pain and was now able to move about a bit. Though not too much (because I think she secretly liked having everyone else do stuff for her).

And then came the news everyone wanted to hear. Mum and MacGonigal would be flying back home on Thursday (the 9th of March). MacGonigal would be going back into the local hospital for a few more days of intravenous antibiotic delivery but at least Dad and little sister could visit her there. At last, things were on the up and up...

Out Of A Cereal Box?

2006-03-10T13:38:00.000Z

I wasn't there for all of this part of the story, so I've taken the odd liberty with the dialogue but the essence should remain true to life.

It was a very foggy, snow covered Thursday morning. Not the best omens for air travel but still, MacGonigal and her Mum were due to fly to Glasgow that day at around lunchtime. Dad drove Mum and MacGonigal's sister to the hospital. The whole family would have a visit together before Dad went to work, dropping the littlest one at nursery on the way. It went very well though MacGonigal had a bit of a cry before Dad left.

Mum phoned Dad at lunchtime to say that they were going to be a little late leaving. The air ambulance, she said, wouldn't be leaving until about quarter to two. She told Dad that she'd phone once they had arrived at Yorkhill.

At the airport, MacGonigal had something of a surprise when she saw the air ambulance. It was tiny!

"It looks like it fell out of a cereal box," said Mum.

MacGonigal gulped. "Are we really going in that?"

Well, as it happened, they did. And they had a very nice flight because by then the sun was shining and the fog had gone. There was lots to see on the journey which didn't take very long. They arrived at Glasgow airport about an hour after take off and were in Yorkhill Hospital another hour after that.

Mum phoned her sister - MacGonigal's fairy god-auntie - who then phoned Dad to let him know they had arrived safely. MacGonigal was comfortably set up in a ward which she shared with a few other kids. Not as peaceful as the hospital at home where she had had her own room, but still very nice.

That evening, MacGonigal had an x-ray taken of her ankle. She also had to endure another blood test (ouch!). In the morning though, it was the big one. She would be going for an MRI scan on her ankle...

Ooops!

2006-03-09T10:59:00.000Z

MacGonigal was asleep so Mum and Dad were standing outside her hospital room telling one set of her grandparents about the impending trip to Yorkhill. Then they heard worried noises coming from inside.

Mum and Dad went in.

"What's happening? What's happening?" MacGonigal cried, tears in her eyes.

"Nothing," replied Mum.

"We were standing outside talking because you were asleep and we didn't wan't to wake you," added Dad.

"Am I going to Yorkhill? I don't want to go to Yorkhill." Obviously MacGonigal had overheard what was being said.

Dad explained that there was a chance that MacGonigal would have to go to Yorkhill. This was because there were tests the doctors wanted to do that couldn't be done at their local hospital and Yorkhill was the nearest (and best) where the tests could be done.

"Will I have to go on my own?"

"No, your Mum will go with you. And remember Yorkhill's in Glasgow where Auntie stays."

MacGonigal started to brighten up.

Mum and Dad reassured her that everything would be okay and that she would get on just fine at Yorkhill. One of the nurses, who was checking on MacGonigal's drip, added that it was a really nice hospital and that the staff there were really good. MacGonigal smiled.

By now, it had been confirmed that the Yorkhill adventure was on. MacGonigal and her Mum would fly to Glasgow by air-ambulance the next day. There the doctors would confirm if MacGonigal had osteomyelitis and decide how best to treat it. MacGonigal would be spoiled rotten by her fairy-godauntie and a few other relatives who lived in and around Glasgow. Dad would stay at home and look after MacGonigal's little sister. But they would miss Mum and MacGonigal...

Osteomyelitis?

2006-03-08T12:48:00.000Z

Time for a slight diversion as MacGonigal's Dad set about finding out more about Osteomyelitis. Check out what the following sites have to say:

As these articles show, Osteomyelitis can be a bit nasty but if caught in time it can be treated with antibiotics. Hopefully, this would turn out to be so in MacGonigal's case because, as you can imagine, the thought of an operation to clear the infection wasn't something MacGonigal's Dad liked the sound of.

MacGonigal would like it even less...

A Change Of Scene?

2006-03-08T10:57:00.000Z

The calendar had now ticked round to the 1st of March, so MacGonigal's ankle had been misbehaving for about two weeks. In consultation with the pediatricians at Yorkhill, the local doctors were now pursuing a different diagnosis. They were considering whether or not MacGonigal had Osteomyelitis - an bacterial infection of the bone.

Apparently, it is difficult to confirm a diagnosis of osteomyelitis though it seems that MacGonigal was now showing all the symptoms of this infection. However, the local hospital did not have the facilities to perform the depth of examination necessary to confirm the diagnosis. So, it was now looking as if MacGonigal would have to travel to Yorkhill so that the necessary tests could take place.

MacGonigal's mother was a bit upset by this and was very worried about telling MacGonigal. She knew that MacGonigal would be upset too and that MacGonigal would most likely overreact to the news. Well, what little girl wouldn't be upset?

Anyway, Mum and Dad had a talk about it and agreed that going to Yorkhill would be in MacGonigal's best interests. Mum would be going to Yorkhill too, which should make things easier for MacGonigal. Also, MacGonigal's fairy god-auntie stayed close to Yorkhill which was an added bonus. And so the scene was set, all they had to do was tell MacGonigal!

The Rollercoaster

2006-03-07T09:39:00.000Z

Over the next few days, MacGonigal was given antibiotics and pain-killers but that nasty old ankle would not settle down. Her temperature kept spiking, which worried everyone - especially MacGonigal. Mum was spending most of her time at the hospital. Dad had to keep going to work but dropped in for a visit when he could. And MacGonigal's little sister visited too - but not too often because despite being cute as several buttons, she was a real handful being well into the terrible-two stage!

The weekend came and went. Throughout it MacGonigal was up and down like a rollercoaster. Sometime she'd be feeling really bright but for too much of the time she felt, well, bleuch!

The doctor's thought they'd pinned down her ailment as being caused by a Streptococcus A infection. They were consulting with the children's hospital at Yorkhill in Glasgow but still didn't seem to be able to explain MacGonigal's ongoing high temperature. The antibiotiacs were obviously working but there was something lurking around in there that just wouldn't give up.

By now, MacGonigal had been in hospital for a week. Mum and Dad were starting to wonder if there might be something else wrong. Something that might be worse...

The Pincushion

2006-03-06T15:07:00.000Z

By Wednesday, MacGonigal felt like a pincushion. She'd had blood tests done and had an IV drip attached to one hand. Her temperature was up and down like a yo-yo and her ankle was not getting any better. She still couldn't eat, even though her family and friends were already sending her enough of her favourite chocolate to open a sweet shop with. Her fairy god-auntie had sent her some nice flowers which brightened up both MacGonigal and her hospital room. And of course, she'd been given loads of magazines, books and other good stuff.

The doctors had fully examined her, x-raying her ankle as well as doing blood tests and taking swabs. They diagnosed an infection which must have taken root when MacGonigal's ankle was twisted - probably as a result of an internal bruise or minor bleed. Anti-biotics were administered as the most effective way of tackling the infection.

Everyone felt relieved now that the cause of the problem had been identified and treatment was under way.

Things were looking up. Or so we all thought...

Sunday Blue, Monday Too, Tuesday Bleuch!

2006-03-05T20:04:00.000Z

On Sunday morning, the ankle was still sore. As if that wasn't enough, MacGonigal's temperature had been on the way up since Saturday evening. At A & E, they'd figured this was caused by a cold, or flu, and that the pain-killers being taken for the ankle should help with the high temperature. All that was needed was rest and time for things to settle down again.

MacGonigal did not have a good day. She couldn't eat. Moving was painful. She felt like you know what!

Monday wasn't much better. Her temperature was up and down like a kangaroo on a pogo-stick. The ankle was swollen and pounding out a merciless beat on MacGonigal's nerve endings. The pills were helping. But not that much. Mum was getting more worried. Dad wasn't sure if MacGonigal was over-doing things, especially when she called him all the way down to her bedroom to take her socks off.

"Have you even tried to take it off yourself?" Dad asked.

"No," she whimpered, "it's too sore."

"Come on, now. You've got to at least try."

Macgonigal gingerly reached down and pulled the sock off, grimacing all the while. The sock came off with a minimum of fuss.

"Did it really hurt that much?" said Dad.

"Not really."

"See. You have to try harder to do things for yourself before getting us even more worried."

MacGonigal nodded and settled down to watch some tv.

On Tuesday, Dad went to work. MacGonigal's temperature went haywire and hit 41 degrees C before Macgonigal threw up. Mum called the doctor and explained what was happening. The doctor recommended a trip to see the pediatrician over at the hospital.

Mum phoned Dad, who felt even more worried.

Mum took MacGonigal to the hospital where she was examined, admitted and taken to a single room in the Specials ward.

All of a sudden, things were looking really bad for our heroine...

The Day After The Night Before

2006-03-03T15:27:00.000Z

Saturday was a nice day (weather-wise) but not so nice for MacGonigal. Despite having slept well, she found that her ankle was now pretty sore and she was having a bit of bother walking.

Now, unfortunately, MacGonigal has a tendency to over-react when hurt. The smallest graze can seem like the deepest cut to her and she lets everyone know this. Of course, this makes things difficult for her parents because they are sometimes not sure how badly MacGonigal is hurt or how ill she really is. So at first, they thought she was making a bit of a meal of things but decided to get her to rest her ankle. They also gave her some pain-killers which seemed to help.

However, as the day went on, the meal became a banquet so Mum and Dad decided a trip to the local hospital's A & E (Casualty) department was in order.

Now, MacGonigal likes to watch tv programmes like "Casualty" and "Holby City". It is perhaps just as well that she doesn't watch "ER". So, when she heard that she was going to A & E she immediately had visions of IV drips, crash carts, gushing blood and broken bones. If she had been able to jump, she would have hit the roof and not come back down. However, Mum worked a little Mummy magic and the two were able to set off for the Hospital in relative calm.

Dad had to wait at home with MacGonigal's baby sister, wondering what the hospital would say. Was there a break, or was it just a sprain? As always happens on these occasions the wait seemed to go on and on and on.

Then, much sooner than expected, Mum and MacGonigal were home. The ankle was bandaged and the verdict was in - a bad sprain and nothing more. Rest, ibuprofen, paracetamol and time were prescribed as the cure. MacGonigal was a lot happier - as were Mum and Dad - so they all settled down to enjoy a quiet evening in front of the telly...

In The Beginning

2006-03-02T13:30:00.000Z

This story actually begins on the 17th of February when a little girl, who we'll call MacGonigal, went to a Valentine's disco. She was very excited about going and dressed up very nicely with some help from her Mum.

The night was a great success and she had a very good time. However, whilst being whirled round the dance floor by one of the boys, he let her go and she tumbled to the ground. She got up and kept on dancing. After all, she was having far too much fun to let a sore ankle spoil her evening.

When she got home, her Mum and Dad were really happy to see her and were pleased that she had had such a good time. She told them about her fall but said that her ankle wasn't all that sore. She was just tired and wanted to get to bed. So off she went, full of thoughts of dancing, and was asleep in no time...