I am so upset. And mad. And frustrated. Annoyed. Hurting. In pain. Heartbroken. Overwhelmed. Upset. And maybe a little dramatic.
I broke my ankle. On my driving foot. My good foot. My strongest foot. I really can’t believe it. I have never broken a bone before in my life. My parents have never broken a bone. Neither have my siblings. Or my children. Or my husband. And now I have. And the kicker is that we were just talking at the dinner table a few minutes before this happened with our good friends about broken bones and I had the audacity to ‘brag’ about not breaking anything before.
Then when we were leaving the restaurant, the parking lot was not well lit. I stepped off the curb and it was a drainage ditch curb. My foot slipped, popped and I went down. I kept it elevated all night and iced it off and on. This morning it was no better so I had to go to the urgent clinic. They did an x-ray and sure enough, I broke it.
Now I didn’t break it too bad. Apparently a small piece of the bone broke off and it will eventually reattach itself. But I am in a cast for at least 6 weeks. I have to go to the orthopedic to be fitted with a permanent cast sometime this week.
So we can’t go to Disney everyday. I can’t even hardly get to the bathroom. Sigh. Keep me in your thoughts and prayers please!
We will decide in 6 weeks if we should just pick up with going to everyday where we were at or if we should start over. We really have enjoyed going and it is a lot of fun. I feel so lost today not going.
Thanks for reading my rant. I am just in such disbelief over this.