You know those freak accidents that you hear about and think "how in the world did that happen?" Well, let me tell you, they do happen and YES they are freak accidents. Saturday was proof of that. Brian and I had went out to spray the weeds, we had just finished doing inside the cow pen and was coming back to do the back side of the barn. I wasn't paying attention and stepped right in front of the tractor tire and it ran over the back side of my leg, up to my calf. It hurt like HELL!!!
After dropping to the ground and getting myself in some sort of order, Brian carried me into the house so that I could take off my boot to see the damage and get ice on it. It was pretty swollen and we decided that a trip to Suburban was needed.
The swelling wasn't too bad but by the time that we got to the ER is was nasty and huge
The verdict at the hospital was that I broke right ankle in 2 different spots. I broke the fibula, the bone that connects your ankle to your leg and the ankle itself. I go big or I go home!!
This was taken today at the foot and ankle specialist, still very swollen. After talking to Dr Patel, he decided that I needed to see a trauma orthopedic specialist because I would need plates, pins and screws on both sections. I am waiting to hear back from the specialist to see when this will take place.
Looks like I will have a summer of being confined to the couch/chair with my ice packs. Not the idea of how my summer was going to be spent. I am trying to keep positive and not think of how many more days I have. Its a day by day goal to survive and not kill anyone.
God love Brian, he knows the way to my heart....
my weakness, my love, OREO's
we shall see how things go, this is about to get real interesting
1 comment:
You poor thing!!! I hate this for you!! I am sorry! :(
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