I live in Colorado. It snows, it gets cold. But I don't live back East where they have this thing called freezing rain. I have heard of it. I know it is slippery. I found out first hand on Wednesday just how slippery it is. We decided to have something like it on Wednesday morning. It wasn't really raining, just like moisture in the air. But it filled in enough in some places, and then was cold and froze over into these super slick patches, that just looked like wet spots on the sidewalk. I was carrying Alice and hurrying up my friend's driveway when I found such a spot. I guess I was trying not to dump Alice on her head or something. I don't know what happened, but my foot went under me, kind of sideways like, and I crushed it. I guess. I don't know. I just know it hurt. A lot. I sent Alice to the door for help, which she did, thankfully. I rather ruined the lunch with my friend, as she and my sister sat there watching me as I tried hard not to scream in pain. It felt like my foot was trying to swell to monstrous sizes within the skin. I called Joe. He left school, came and got me and took me to the doctor and for x-rays. Radiologist wasn't 100%, but thought there might be a fracture on the 3rd metatarsal. Doctor said keep it wrapped up, elevated, iced, lots of ibuprofen, tylenol, vicodin, etc. So I hopped and crawled around for a couple days. 2 nights of waking up with my foot feeling like it was on FIRE sent me back to the doctor. Percocet this time. Borrowed some crutches (yeah Relief Society email!), and trying to get it to stop being swollen. Tomorrow I am supposed to get a cast. I guess I don't have to get one, but I think it will help me be more mobile, and since I have 3 kids, I can't just put my foot up for 6 weeks. Mobility is a necessity, in some form. Hope the time goes quickly. Should be a good work out for my arms, hopping around is a good workout on my calf and glute, on one side. My hands are already sore from using the crutches for a day, but they are saving my knees from my hard floors.
My little brother pointed out that I will be the first one of the four Mecham siblings to ever have a cast. None of us ever broke anything that required a cast. A few stitches here and there. Jammed fingers, etc., but no casts. Yeah me.... :(
The pills are keeping me from being in too much pain, but it is a pain in the butt to not be able to just do things, or get up and get that thing over there. Or carry anything while using crutches. Oh I know others have it way worse than me, and I am glad I didn't mess up my ankle or do worse damage that would require surgery or something. But for now I am adjusting, feeling useless, feeling guilty that everyone has to do things for me, and whining. Here's hoping I can be better enough to not compeletly ruin spring break at the end of March!
13 years ago











