To start off I'll go ahead and tell you guys about my injury. I recently broke my first bone EVER and it happened to be my ankle. One of the most painful breaks you can get, or at least my orthopedist says. I broke it exactly one week ago from today, as of 7:30 pm central time, here at my apartment complex. Actually, its pretty embarrassing how I broke it. I had just woken up, it was about 9am, and my little guy was crying on the baby monitor letting me know he needed his breakfast. So as I'm in the kitchen preparing a bottle, I realize today is my sister-in-laws wedding shower and my ride is due at 1pm so I had better hurry and get everything ready. After I fed fat-so, I go get dressed in my nice pink dress and straightened my hair, apply my make-up, and put on heels.
See guys, I never wear heels, I'm a mom who works full-time caring for elderly and hardly goes out. You can imagine how stoked I was about getting dolled up for once! Fast-forward to the wedding shower, we have a great time. The food's great, company is great, entertainment is great, and we say our congratulations and head out. After me and little man are dropped off at home I check the time. It's about 6:30 and he is almost ready to go to bed for the night so I'm trying to find ways to stall him till it's time to lay him down; then I get an idea. I could take him to go check the mail with me, he loves that! So here i am looking for my shoes so we can head downstairs to get the mail and I see my Converse. Hmm, should I wear my Converse or my heels? I never get to wear heels so I'll just throw them on real quick! Wrong...so wrong. I grab my little man, rest him on my hip, and head out the door. I get down stairs, through the parking lot, and almost across the street when my foot lands half-way into a shallow pot-hole. Well at that moment my foot went right but my body fell to the left and all I heard was a SNAP! Then I hit the ground... Little man was alright, just resting on my hip watching as if nothing happened while, for me, the pain rushed in. It was like hot aching pain, following the rhythm of my heart beat, and with each pound I winced and fumbled to rise to my feet. It was no use. I was stuck on the hot asphalt with no one in sight and my cell-phone upstairs in my apartment. As the pain got more intense I had to wait for a passer-by to come to my rescue. When a lady in a pick-up truck got out of her car I was screaming hallelujah! She called an ambulance for me, and held little man while I tried, and failed, to make myself more comfortable. When the EMT arrived, they reassured me it was just a sprain because they didn't feel anything moving, but after I got then X-Rays back from imaging, the pictures showed differently. I was told I had a Bimalleolar Fracture in my right ankle. Meaning both my tibia and fibula were broken and my foot was relatively detached from my leg. I was in need of surgery...
If you reading this blog because you can relate, enter the name of you broken bone and even how you broke it in the comments below! I would love to hear about it. That's kinda the goal of my blog, is to share experiences of all kinds that involve your broken bones! Lets hear some stories.
My next post will be about my diagnosis and surgery, plus a little post-op pain so check back soon. I have so much to tell you guys!
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