I am Broken

I lasted 35 years without breaking a bone, but I guess all good things must come to an end.  How did I break my ankle you may ask?  Well, I blame it all on the buoys.

We were on vacation at a private waterski lake and I was waterskiing this course.    I realized that I was going to hit a buoy and instinct kicked in – I did not want to hit that buoy!  Would hitting the buoy have hurt me?  No.  Would I have even hit the buoy?  Probably not.  Most likely, it would have floated out of the way.   But, even though my rational self knew this, my instinct told me NOT to hit that buoy.  So, as I was cutting making a turn I quickly turned my ankle the opposite direction of my body.  That was it – snap – followed by tumbling head first into the water.  At least I broke it doing something I love!

Great picture right before the break and nasty fall.

I broke my ankle on the last ski run of the trip the night before we left.  I just muddled along until we got the the doctors and got some crutches and a boot the next day.  That meant a LOT of pain and the complete inability to walk or put any weight on my leg.  The only way I could get anywhere was “flying” down the hall by flapping my arms to take the weight off my leg.  It was hilarious and I wish I had a video :)  Jason and my brother, Joe, served as my escorts the next morning for family pictures.  I think I was quite the trooper, if I do say so myself.

Now, this is how I am rolling…  Painted toes are still a must!

 

It’s a long road to recovery and being non-weight bearing on crutches is a huge struggle, especially with a baby.  But, we are managing and I am grateful for so much help from Linda, my nanny, and my family.  Dawson and Taya have really stepped up and been a huge help to me.  Now I am just hoping it heals in time for snowboarding season.