Taken down by a puzzle piece. A simple stupid puzzle piece.
Immediately I knew it wasn't good. My entire foot was pointing to the side. And it hurt like hell. When my daughter was born I didn't have an epidural and this hurt so much more than having her did!!! It hurt that bad. I knew I was not moving from the bottom of the stairs any time soon. Oddly enough while waiting for the ambulance as I held my leg in the air, I was breathing very similar to how I did while in labor.
After calling my sister who lives a block away and my husband I called a friend who lived close. She answered and was on her way to get the kids! I don't know how I decided to call 911 but I did and it was the best decision ever. After I was situated in the ambulance I got my first dose of pain meds!!
I had not only broken my ankle, but broke it in 3 spots. And in some spots it was shattered. 6 hours in the ER followed by emergency surgery and two nights in the hospital (and lots and lots of pain meds) I was on my way home with a nice new boot cast and instructions not to put weight on it for six weeks.
The before picture of my very messed up left ankle!
My after surgery X-ray showing all of my new hardware!
And last but not least, when I said I wanted new boots for Christmas this is NOT what I had in mind!!