Cutting Back

It looks like I will be cutting back or completely cutting out all my exercise for the next month.

Last night we went to dinner with Derek and Jennie. When we got home Max wanted to be carried in. He was on my side of the car so I decided to get him and have Steven get Elese. We parked in the garage so we came in through my moms way. I was walking down the stairs to our house in my "come and get me" boots carrying 40 lb Max when suddenly my foot just gave way. I don't really remember much, just being on the ground, feeling pain, hearing a crack and looking at my foot at a 90 degree angle to my leg. The thing that was really strange to me was that usually when something like that happens it happens in slow motion. Your addreniline helps you to be more aware of what is going on. I have no idea what happend. I obviously fell down a couple of steps and some part of my mind told me to lift Max to the otherside of my body so he wouldn't get hurt but I don't remember actually moving him.

Steven was just behind me on the stairs and came to help. I took off my boots, that I'm not sure I will ever wear again, and with Steven's help hobbled into the bed room. I collapsed on the bed. I was shaking and feeling really dizy. Steven got me some ice and put the kids in bed. Derek and Jennie got to our house shortly after that. We sat in the from room visiting while I iced my foot and downed some IB profin. I was very proud of myself for not letting the pain get to me...I just sat there trying to have a decent conversation and not start screaming. I didn't want Derek and Jennie to feel like they had to leave, we love having them around and don't get to seem them very often. You know how the hospital always tells you to rate your pain? I was feeling at least a 7 until the IB profin kicked in. It hurt really bad to put any pressure on it but as long as I didn't try to walk I was fine.

In the morning my foot was still swollen and horribly painful so off to the ER we went. After some x-rays and waiting and wishing my Doctor was JD or Turk (just because it would have been more entertaining) the doctor arrived with the diagnosis. He told me that I have very "delicate" bones but none of them had broken. I had tore one of my ligaments which meant I had a very "severe" sprain. I have a lovely brace that I can only remove to shower for the next month. If I turn my ankle in the wrong direction my "delicate" bones will break.

For those of you that don't know I have become quite obsessed with exercising over the last year or so. I usually go about 5 times a week...6 on a good week and 2 on a bad week...I don't have many bad weeks. Well...it looks like I will have a bad month. For the 1st month I'm not supposed to put any exesses weight on it. I can work, go from one place to the next but I can't do anything too strenious.

So, here I sit with a very tired husband. Tired of prepping dinner (my family is coming over tonight for our monthly dinner) and fasting at the same time, tired of kids that thnk it's cool that mommy hurt her leg so they keep running around like crazy trying to "not" get hurt. I feel a little helpless, like I can't do much to help. The next two days are the most important for the healing process and with him going to work tomorrow I have to take advantage of the help I have today. So there you have it...although I'm in a decent amount of pain I have still never broken a bone, dispite my "delicate" bones.