623 - It runs in the family

Yesterday was a very busy day. As soon as I dropped all four kids off at all their different locations I quickly headed to Jefferson school, Emmajoy's school, my third grader, to help with explaining the rules of different area of the school. Halls, playground, cafeteria, buses, etc. Well, my area was the playground.

The teacher or other helper would call out the rule and then the other assistant would go demonstrate the wrong way of doing it THEN we would have a student come and correct us. It was an awesome plan.....................until!!!

There is a yellow line in the playground that the kids are not suppose to go past. On the other side of one area of the playground is a kind of iron gate or fence kind of thing. It was protecting a drop off where the basement windows are located. As i climbed up on the iron railing I had a quick thought of it would be funny if i pretended to fall off by jumping back. It was all a very fast, spontaneous thought.............I was thinking it was a 3 foot drop off, but it turned out to be about 5.5 to 6 ft. drop.

When i "fell" back and landed I knew something had happened. But I knew the kids were watching and I had more "stunts" to do. My immediate thought was that I have just crushed my ankles. But I was able to spring back up and hobble over to the rest of the kids and teachers. I knew I had sprang my ankles, but I didn't know how bad.

So as I left the school that morning - 9:30am - I was hurting. I picked up my preschooler and headed to my 1st graders school to help with lunch. I helped for about 30 minutes and then the pain starting getting so bad. Finally I told my friend I had to go, the pain was killing me so bad that I wanted to throw up. I got the sweats and all. Elleigh and I headed or hobbled to the car trying to figure out what I was going to do next.

I called Courtney, my OT friend, and asked to come see her and Tom the PT business partner. Tom knew immediately I needed help and x-rays. So after some arranging my life, kids, and school things my father in law and I headed to Evansville to see a doctor... This is how I came home.

Yep - that is right - 2 boots!!! I was thinking it was just one foot that was bad. But as i put my feet on the x-ray table the lady said, "honey, we have got to do them both. This one is really swollen too." I consented. Turns out that the foot that didn't hurt that bad had a chipped/fractured bone and the other one was severely sprang. She said it would really have been better if i had broken them both. Oh well - sorry to disappoint.

A lot of things were to start this week - school, tennis practice, all sorts of stuff. But the most disappointing to me was not being able to go to San Antonio to meet Beth Moore and all my blogging friends!!! I am sooooooooooooooo sad!!! If i could I would, but I just can't........I don't think.

If someone would just draw a picture of me and then give it to Beth to hold and take a picture. That way I would have officially met her and taken a picture together. hee hee (Trying to find anything to laugh about right now.)

Well, I go back to the doctor on Thursday to see an ankle specialist. Until then I am not suppose to put any pressure on the feet - or walk..........ummmmmm........my house is 3 stories, I have 4 kids, Clay comes home tonight, and this is just crazy.

So how does this run in the family??? About 3 years ago, maybe less, my brother fell out of tree while making a tree house for his kids and mangled - much worse than my ankles - his wrists! Both wrists!!! Surgery, pins, and the whole nine yards. Anyway - I hope you have a wonderful day. I am so incredibly thankful for the Olympics!! Mom, Dad - I will be fine! Really my heart is what hurts the most about this weekend... All is well! I love you!