I should be more careful when I complain. God hears me when I complain. My biggest complaint as a stay-at-home-mom is "I am so tired." And sometimes "No one helps me w anything!" I have learned a hard lesson....be careful what you complain about. Usually you hear "be careful what you wish for..." Well, this time it's be careful what you complain about. ;)
Last Friday was a great day...up until 8:35pm. I took the kids to their summer activities, picked them up and then we went to the water park for the afternoon. After work Marcus joined us and we shut the place down. The evening was so warm and the water felt great. The kids and I spent over 4 hours outside in the water. It was great. Afterwards we decided to go grab some pizzas...we were all starving. I called in the order...and I went inside to get our food. When I got out of the truck I noticed the curb and the storm drain...I had to jump from the truck to the curb to avoid the gutter. Coming back out I was holding 3 pizza boxes, my wallet, and a 2 liter...and I opened the truck door. It happened so fast....I stepped off the curb w my left foot and I completely missed the running board on the truck. My foot came down to the pavement and rolled...I landed on my ankle and heard a crunch. Felt like my foot was being ripped from my leg. I looked up and Marcus just stared at me and asked "Are you okay?" But he was kinda laughing...cause I am known to be super clumsy sometimes. I don't know how I ever played sports. I can walk into furniture...with the lights ON. He asked me again "Are you okay?" All I could manage to say, after a few profanities, was "OMG, my ankle." Then the tears came. He knew I was hurt when he saw the tears...and heard the sobs. I couldn't help it. It hurt so bad. I could hear Daniel, my 15 yr old..."Mom, are you alright?" There was mild hysteria in his voice, but he was trying to remain calm. Marcus came around and took one look at my foot and shook his head. "I don't think you're running tomorrow Baby." More tears. More sobs. And I started to shake. He just held my crushed, little foot in his hands and said "let me get you home...don't look at it." We drove off and I got a good look at my foot. The entire left side of my ankle was swollen, like a goose egg. I felt so many emotions...and so much pain. Now, I gave birth to 4 babies...3 of which did not involve any pain meds. But this pain was different...and there was no precious baby as my reward. I cried the entire way home. Marcus carried me inside and propped me on the couch w an ice pack. After an hour, I was still swelling and the pain wasn't getting better. I finally broke down and told him to take me to the ER. We got to the ER and the doctor took one look at my foot and said "I think it's broken." All I could think was "OMG...I have to run." X-Rays showed NO fracture, but the doctor said we would treat it like a fracture. Which means no walking, no weight bearing, no RUNNING...for weeks...maybe months. I cried when he said that. He explained "you look athletic, you will heal faster...but absolutely no activity on this foot." Dang it.
So...here I am. In bed. Foot fat and swollen. And my toes look like little sausages. I have it propped up on several pillows and this STINKS!! Ugh. Bed rest is for the birds man! I hate this. So...that brings me to my very first statement...be careful what you complain about. Because now...I can't do a darn thing for myself. I can't walk, can't cook, can't drive, can't do a thing for myself. Marcus had to help me shower...thank goodness I can use the potty by myself.
I think God has a sense of humor cause I am always so busy. I am never home and this way...I am forced to let others help and I am confined to my home. Which is okay, I need to slow down. But really??? NO running for months?? I refuse to accept that. I will be back on the trails in 2 months. Mark my words. August 17th is my goal....I will be running. Maybe not 8 miles right away...but I will be running.
This morning I could wiggle my toes and this evening I could rotate my entire ankle. So...YAY!
I will be back...and I will be more careful when I complain. :)
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