Bummer Dude

Up late, going to bed soon...relaxing a bit.

Walked across the living room floor about 7 pm tonight. Shianne was making everyone's favorite...mac and cheese. I wanted something else and decided to be healthier, so made a spinach salad. Since we weren't sitting down for a formal dinner (Brandy wasn't feeling well, part of the reason, Mom was tired so Shi was cooking, another part) I decided, in all my wisdom, to sit at the computer and check my mail while I ate.

The kids were playing very nicely right in my path with a bunch of toys. They played together so great today.

I stepped between the toys while looking at my salad, apparently.

I stepped on one.

My ankle twisted to the side. I couldn't catch myself. The salad flew. Going down I heard a "pop."

Brandy said I screamed. I remember saying, "Brandy, get over here! It's bad."

It burned.

I hoped I was being a wus (don't know how to spell that). Doubted it cuz I usually have a pretty high pain tolerance. But hoped.

I cried. I called out to God.

This can't happen, Lord!! Please, God!

Brandy got a pillow to put under it. It was hurting worse and worse.

My kids were scared. Shianne and Sierra said they'd never seen Mom cry before. I do cry. Just not in front of them, apparently.

Svanna hurt. She cried.

I got braver. I smiled. I gave them hugs (from the floor). I said Mom was ok.

Still upset, but ok. Not sure if I cried because of the pain--that was part of it--or because I can't be laid up. I have 7 kids 10 and under. They need me.

Decided we needed to go in to the ER. A friend came over for a bit (thanks, Sara!!) and then Brandy's folks came to watch the kids.

It hurt like crazy while we were there. Still hoping it really wasn't that bad. Never even sprained my ankle before, so maybe that was it. Was starting to swell, but not too bad.

X-rays.

Broken ankle. Two places. Separated ligament. Surgery tomorrow.

I cried.

I let myself feel sorry for myself for a bit. Brandy tried to encourage me, and I said, give me a minute. I need to cry. After I few minutes I said, ok, now tell me it's gonna be ok.

They stabilized it. That hurt. On a scale of 1 to 10, ten being giving birth naturally...we were pretty close to 10.

But then the gave me a shot of something really good. I'm doing ok now. Gave me some drugs, too.

God has a plan. He's not sharing it with me yet. Hope He will someday. Resting in the fact that He's in control. Already talked with 3 friends on the phone who all prayed with me. God is good.

Update after surgery!