I suppose that I really have no excuses for not blogging. The only one that I can think of is that I am sleeping. I have been doing lots of that lately. It's the drugs. I will explain.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
On saturday night I took my girls and one of Darian's friends to our community league Corn Fest. We got there early, had something to eat and then I noticed the dessert table. They had cookies that I really, really like. The girls had already headed outside to play at the park. I decided to bring Ryleigh some cookies, so off I head towards the door. I should have just sat my fat ass down and not went anywhere.
The stairs out the door at my community league are sinking into the ground. I went to step down and fell. Hard. Awkwardly. I knew when I hit the ground that things were not good. I managed to twist both my ankles. The strangers around me finished laughing and then came over to see if I was OK. I wasn't. I knew that I was not able to put any weight on either of my feet.
Long story short....I got an ambulance ride to the hospital, where I proceeded to spend 5 hours only to find out that I twisted my left ankle and broke my right. My break required surgery which I put off until Sunday as My Dear Nathan was on his way home from work in Fort Mac and my kids were at home waiting for me.
Sunday came. I went to the hospital, had my surgery, which went well. I spent the night there and came home on Monday. My football team lost and my neighbours have decided to call me names (I am being very sensitive about it right now as I am horribly embarrassed about falling in front of strangers).
All in all it has been a shitty few weeks. My husband is working out of town, the toilet broke, my cat died and now I am laid up for at least 2 weeks. I have a metal plate, 6 screws and 12 staples in my ankle and I can't take care of my baby.
Thankfully my Grandparents live near and are here taking care of us. My Dear Nathan is able to come back home and work here again but he is in Fort Mac for another 4 nights. After that I am going to have to figure out how I am going to take care of Ryleigh during the day.
I will be going back to the surgeon on October 6. I am hoping that at that time he will tell me that I can start putting weight on my foot then....it will make it easier for me to do things around the house. All in all it is going to be a long few weeks.
Posted by Mamma Schmoo at 11:50 AM