I was really looking forward to my vacation. Friday, August 27 was my last workday and because of the Labor Day holiday on September 6, I wasn't due back to work until September 7. I decided to celebrate on Saturday morning August 28 by getting donuts. I walked out of the shop with a dozen assorted and four chocolate milks. Not realizing that there was a step down from the sidewalk to the parking lot, I stepped off into mid-air and landed on top of the donuts and chocolate milk. Luckily, we salvaged the donuts and 3 of the four milks. Unluckily my right ankle had a knot as big as a grade A extra large hen egg.
As I lay there moaning and crying like a tiny baby, one man glanced down at me and went on his merry way and drove off with his donuts. A nice lady who had just arrived for her appointment at the nail salon next to the donut shop and one of the employees at the nail salon and an unknown man helped me up. I couldn't put any weight on my right foot. The three of them helped me to my car and I was able to drive the short distance across the street to my home. When I got there, I realized there was no way I was going to make it up the stairs to my apartment. Just then my downstairs neighbor, a young boy, came out to walk his dog. I asked him to go upstairs and get my daughter, Katy who came down with my granddaughter, Zephyr and they took me to the ER where I got a temporary splint pending a visit with an orthopedic surgeon.
Well, my ankle was broken on both sizes of my leg and I had to go see a surgeon on Monday. We had to wait for all the swelling to go down and so I ended up having surgery on Thursday to put pins and a plate in there. I spent that night in the hospital, went home on Friday and spent the next week in bed on pain pills, only getting up to go to the bathroom with the help of a walker and my oldest daughter, Melissa.
I'm getting too tired to write more now but will continue later.
