On Friday morning, I wrote this:
Too busy laughing over Jen’s post to make decisions here… and when I’m done wiping the tears of mirth from my eyes, I will be freaking out over the impending panic that it is almost Christmas and I haven’t thought about it at all. Instead of worrying, I’m going to go take a walk.
It’s still fall, right? It’s still fall…
PUDDLE OF DENIAL (Christmas is coming)
So here’s the thing: aside from the time-wasting gained by looking through those daily catalog giggles (no offense intended, Jen — I enjoy doing it, too) the mail drop does include the ticking of the Christmas countdown clock — something I have been ignoring for the past few months. My mind has been otherwise focused. I’ve been all “BABY IS COMING! BABY IS COMING! I’M GOING TO BE A GRANDMA!!” with a due-date of December first, but I suspect that the rest of the family is more concerned about Christmas.
Or maybe not. Perhaps they have been focused on cross-country meets and driving, or work, or college finals?
It’s possible that my husband is hoping I’ll shop for and cook the Thanksgiving dinner.
Meanwhile, I’ve been sewing and quilting and checking yard sales for a chest of drawers that will be the right size to top with a changing pad. Christmas, what? Do I still have time to make gifts? I’d better check my Pinterest boards…
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And then on Friday afternoon, as I prepared to go on a walk with the dog (much like the photo above), I tripped, slipped, and fell in the kitchen. No sign of cuts or bruises anywhere on my body except for this:
Both legs are stretched out straight, and both feet should be pointed in same direction… but one of these things is NOT like the other…
The above photo was taken in the ER prior to the four attempts at “reduction” for my dislocated ankle. I’m glad to say that (finally!) the 4th time did the trick. However, the X-rays show that I’ve broken my left ankle in three (3) places. I’ve been home since 9pm on Friday, faithfully taking Percocet every four hours, and hopping on my right foot behind a walker. Why yes, I did have a spare walker in my garage, a yard sale find from a few months ago. But what I really need now is a wheelchair. Because hopping on one foot is neither a secure nor smart way to get around.
Monday morning, SuperDad and I will be contacting my primary care manager (PCM) and the orthopaedic surgeon to get the ball rolling on the rest of story.
The rest of the story probably does not include my shopping for or cooking Thanksgiving dinner. It is doubtful that I will be driving myself anywhere for the remainder of 2015. Details of work are about to get a little lot more interesting; unless a minor miracle occurs, I cannot be there tomorrow to prepare for a monthly meeting nor do I expect to make it in to the office for the rest of the week. As you may recall, I am an office of one without a replacement. Helpful documentation has been squigly since the burglary 4 months ago with changed passwords and procedures that are not all written down for such an emergency.
And I am desperately clinging to hope that the rest of the story will include being present for the birth of my first grandchild.
Spokalulu 
Oh gosh, I am so sorry about your fall. Sending you healing thoughts.
Also, Christmas can be ordered online and delivered to your front door. Just sayin’…
I so feel for you. Work will get done.. whether the paying kind or the Christmas prep. You’re surrounded by a wonderful, grown family whose mama taught them right. Someone will have to figure out the paid work.. maybe it can come to you for the more urgent parts. If you can arrange your impending surgery/recovery around the birth of your grandchild (I almost typed grandson.. your family is full of males!), then go for that. That’s the one thing that when you look back years later, you’ll remember.. not the rest of the stuff. And if you can’t.. then you just can’t. You will still bond the second you hold that child in your arms. Heal and look after yourself. And allow others to take care of you. You deserve it.
Hilary, you’d be correct in typing grandson. According to the ultrasound, they are carrying on the family tradition.
Oh, my. I wish so much I lived closer and could help you manage. I will be praying for a good outcome for you today as you visit the surgeon.
I am so glad you have people who can help look after you! I know that after my sister’s surgery she was not allowed to put any weight on her ankle for at least 4 weeks. You need to let others do things for you, as frustrating as it may be at this time of year!
!!!!!!!!!! You poor thing!! ACK!! I’m so sorry!
Work and Thanksgiving will get done, one way or another. But I do really really really hope this does not mess with grandbaby plans!!!!
It never rains but it pours! I am so sorry you have to deal with all this. Didn’t you have something like this last year? My memory may be failing me. Prayers for a quick recovery and lots of grandbaby time.
Yes, it was 3 years ago that I had surgery for hammer toe (and plantar fasciitis). It was a planned surgery and I was in a boot — I called in “Frankenboot” — for 6 weeks, from late Nov. to early January.
Noooo! I’m so sorry. Hopefully by now you have navigated the disaster of scheduling and consultations and are on the road to recovery! Hope you’re back up and at ’em in no time!
By now you must have some kind of a cast around ankle, your church has found a temporary fix for their secretary with a BIG owie, alternate Thanksgiving dinner plans have been made, and your grandson is still in his mommy’s “tummy” waiting for gramma to feel better. I’m sending LOVE and HUGS and prayers for quick healing.
What a wretched ending to your year. I hope you recover fast and that everyone else pampers you through the Thanksgiving holiday and into December. And yes, a grandchild is much more exciting than Christmas!
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I have this same injury by slipping on a wet step. In a cast for a week after reduction. Then plate and nailing in surgery is expected in a week. Hopefully, all goes well.
I wish you well! Ice and elevation is your friend. This ended up being a trimalleolar fracture resulting in a nearly 6-hour surgery on both sides of my ankle, implanting 2 pins, 3 plates, and 10 screws. Four years later I had to have my ankle fused due to the severe arthritis that developed.