The title says it all.
I broke my ankle again yesterday afternoon. It is a new break higher up on the bone than last time. This time I need a cast and crutches for at least 3 weeks (so says the ER doctor anyway). I have to go see an orthopedic specialist on Monday and get a hard cast and see what the final prognosis will be.
The story is not exciting, once again I simply tripped. I was walking out of the library, carrying Ian and a bag of toys and books and the diaper bag (you know, typical mommy pack horse situation), and I was looking behind me at Gracie telling her to catch up and my shoe caught something I guess, I actually don't even really know. Luckily I didn't fall, or even drop anything. I knew immediately it was bad though and I just kept walking cause I knew I had to get to the car and if I stopped I wouldn't be able to start up again. I managed to get the kids in the car, call James, and drive the 20 minutes home with my poor broken foot (my right foot of course, driving was very painful).
I am so ticked off. I fractured this stupid thing 9 weeks ago. I can't help but wonder that if they had just put a cast on me the first time this might not have happened.
We are working on making a schedule of helpers, I think Heather (James mom) will be able to help out a day or two and then we will fill in with friends and babysitters. I put up an ad on Craigslist and we have a few leads from that. I definitely need help, besides having the normal day to day stuff to do there is also Ian's birthday party to get organized and Christmas to set up.
To put it in the most mild terms I have used in the last 24 hours, this sucks big time.