Yes, I did.
As usual, I was rushing out of the house Jan. 3, headed to work. It was a really, really cold day, too.
I went to step off my front step on my right foot, felt myself slipping, and went down on my left foot with all my weight.
My foot turned at a really, really bad angle. Think horror movies, where you see limbs bend in ways they shouldn't.
Basically, the bottom of my shoe was looking up at me. Ouch.
My neighbors heard me calling for help, and called 911.
Did I mention how cold it was? I was on my butt, on the very cold front porch.
I got a ride in the ambulance to York Hospital, where I was told I broke my ankle in three in three - yes, three - places.
As the doctor said, "You did it up right."
Funny. That guy was a real comedian.
If I hadn't been on pain meds, I may have hurt him.
So, I get to have surgery and stay in the hospital. The fun never ends.
I'll be keeping you posted on my progress here, so keep reading.
Right now, though, I've got to do the bunny hop to the bathroom.
Boy Oh Days Michelle, I still can't beleive you broke your ankle, I know the pain of breaking a toe, I actually broke the same one twice (remember)? But you ankle, My Goodness, I hope your feeling better and out of pain soon...Thinking of you.
OK, seriously Michele. I'm gone a few months, and already you're breakin' stuff. Sorry to hear you're hurt (hopefully you did it at some fabulous post-post-New Year's party), but I hope you're doing well otherwise.
-Crystal
Hope you're better soon, Michele!