See?! They ARE Trying to Kill Me!

I've always joked that the kids are trying to kill me—with their bickering, sleep issues, eating issues, keeping them safe, etc. If you are a parent, you know what I'm talking about. I've also joked that the way I'm going out of this word is via stepping on a one of their toys and breaking my neck. Well, the latter came true this week. I didn't break my neck, just a grade three ankle sprain that involves an ACE bandage, an air cast and crutches that I've decided I don't need.

It all went down wednesday evening when I SHOULD have been at Zumba®. But Luke has been having a hard time with me leaving and my regular sitter had something come up for school anyway. So I stayed home. After putting the kids to bed, I came down the two steps that lead to the playroom and OUCH OUCH OUCH! I stepped on a truck with my left foot, rolled my ankle and fell. Snap, crackle, pop. CRAP! I crawled to the freezer and got some ice. crawled to the couch, put my leg up and iced for 2 hours. I'll be fine, I thought. I just pretend I didn't hear anything and there is nothing really wrong with my potato-sized ankle.

I drove Luke to the allergist the next morning, Thursday, and limped around. My neighbor is a nurse and was outside. I had her take a look at it. When I pulled off my sock, she said, "Oh My GOD! you should really go to the ER!" My response, "I will, when I have time."

When I got the kids home, fed and off to nap, I called my mom. She came down that evening and I drove myself to the ER. Two and a half hours and several X-Rays later, I was released with a Grade-Three sprain, which means that a little piece of bone was pulled off when the ligament tore. (Well, that would explain the pop.) I have to wear the ACE bandage and air cast for 2 weeks, then just the air cast for another 2 weeks. After that I only have to wear the air cast when I'm doing any kind of activity where I might re-injure it—for 2 months. Super. I'm going to be in major Zumba® withdrawal. This sucks.

But it is amazing to know that I have good friends that have offered to help with meals or anything else I might need, trips to the store, etc. So even though I have hit a bit of bad luck, I feel blessed to have such amazing friends to lean on.