…and so will falling down stairs, just for the record.
So, last week I was multitasking and I fell down the stairs.
I called my hubby who rushed home and ushered me and my toddlers to the
Emergency room. There was a nice bunch of girls in the Emergency room who were
nice and able to make me laugh which helped distract me from the pain. Long
story short, I was diagnosed with a left metatarsal fracture (foot) and right distal
medial malleolus fracture (ankle). I was given a boot for my left foot and a
splint for the right and sent home with a referral to an orthopedic doctor and
pain meds.
Then the fun really started.
I CAN’T WALK! Both feet are injured and can bear almost no
weight. I have to have help to even stand. How in the world am I going to take
care of two small kids? It was a nightmare. I hate to admit I got really
depressed. I had no idea how I was going to handle this road block. Then my
wonderful mother offered to come and stay with us until I am mended. I am so
very, very grateful.
But I am still depressed. I can’t do anything but sit on the
couch. I am getting very, very bored. I feel like a bad mom. I can’t play with
my kids; I can’t bathe them or cook for them. I feel guilty because Bryant is
having to take care of the kids and me.
Then I had a lot of red tape to deal with on top of all of
this personal turmoil. Tricare required my primary care doctor to refer me to
the orthopedic doctor. When I called my primary care doctor his receptionist
wanted me to come and see the doctor so he could verify my injury (oookkk?) but
they couldn’t see me until July 13 (uhh nooo, don’t think so). Let me repeat I CANT WALK! I need to get the
splint on my leg redone and …whatever…no, I will not wait two weeks. Luckily,
the nurse at my doctor’s office said I didn’t need to see my doctor and they
would go ahead and refer me based on the ER doctor’s notes.
I finally saw the orthopedic doctor who gave me the fantastic
news that I don’t need surgery. Once the swelling on my ankle goes down they
will either put me in a boot or a hard cast. I should be well (or well-ish) in
6-8 weeks.
So, I will be strong for 6-8 weeks and get through this
ordeal. My amazing mommy will be here to help and again I am so grateful to
her. Plus, I have a super supportive husband and his command has been really
understanding (another thing to add to my grateful list!)
All in all this could have been worse. I can handle this. I
have been through worse. Sammy’s
birthday is coming up and I will not let this ruin Sammy’s day.
This mess has put a halt on the gardening plans I had…oh we
do what we can.
Hopefully this weekend I will make a post (a very late post)
about our Columbus trip (back in May) and Frankie’s birthday.
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