Part of the problem is I've lived in California all my life and things are different here. I don't know where I can go or what to do in an emergency. Luckily, I'm healing up well now, and have started working out - mostly ab workouts - gently for starters.
It's scary to be in a new place, get injured (late at night on a weekend of course) then have no clue if I'm covered under insurance. I told my hubby that if I thought I had insurance, I probably would have gone to the ER that night, I was that scared. But one of our friends who was there has torn a tendon, and when I described how it felt, he assured me that was what it was, and he called his daughter, a nurse, the next morning to see if she had any thoughts, and she confirmed it. When the bruise came to the surface about a week later, I was actually relieved - now this is something I can deal with. I'm finally walking mostly normally now, and other than being weak in that leg, I feel ok.
Thanks to everyone for your concern. I really was panicking, especially since I've not been able to stay off the leg. I live in a 3-story house, and work at home so I'm here alone all day. That's a really frightening feeling, not being able to take care of yourself. And I have to say in this instance, my hubby was of little help. He didn't even get me food when he went to the store for himself! (Ya, I'm more than a little upset by that one, but he's never good in an emergency, so at least I know what to expect.)
At least now I can drive and get around and will be back to dancing in no time. I really appreciate the moral support
Amira