Last night I had an amazing time at the Marine Ball. Not only did I get to dress up and see everyone dressed– someone referred to it as the adult Halloween– but I also got to dance with good friends, something I rarely do since having my daughter. I was out late having adult conversation and unworried about the time. Perfect night.
This morning, my daughter and I decided to walk to her friend’s house for a play date. The friend lives about 15 minutes (while walking with a 4 year old) down the Main Street. The DSL weather was perfect, crisp, blue skies, with a slight breeze.
About 2/3 of the way there, preoccupied that my daughter be extremely cautious on this busy street with cars on one side and large steep drop offs on the other, I rolled my ankle and we both hit the ground. My coffee rolled away. As soon as we were down I knew it was a bad sprain. Sadly, I am well versed in ankle injury! There was No way I could put weight or it and I couldn’t really get my toes to respond. The ankle was already ballooning up.
I was crying and my daughter tried to get up to go rescue the coffee mug. I firmly tugged her down, afraid she would dart into the road.
We called for help and luckily for through to a medical friend. She couldn’t come but called another doctor for us. He didn’t have a car but managed to borrow one. We are so lucky to live in a community where people are able to just make it work when someone needs help.
Little Elephant still got to go to her play
date; I got to go to the hospital. Despite the ER doctor’s announcement that I was “showing more pain then I have”, the orthopedic consult found two hairline fractures and some issue with the ligaments. I am stuck in a cast or rather at this point a splint. And, because it was Sunday, the office couldn’t find the crutches so I have a granny walked to get around.
What a difference a day makes!