Fix me!

I'm broken. Well, not all of me, but at least my ankle and my spirits. Me and the kids were heading out to the car yesterday just after Jeff had left for work. As I was stepping down the 2 stairs out of the house one of my ankles kind of twisted out (this really happens to me all the time. It's because of how I walk.), and as I was putting my other foot down, I started falling on it, and it twisted my right ankle as well. But, now all my weight was on that ankle and I was falling on it. I kind of caught myself on the side of the van, and I could tell that my ankle had taken it further than ever before, so I knew I should fix the way my leg was. So, I pulled my leg up and over and pain ran up my leg. I knew then that I couldn't put any weight on it, and I tried to sit down on the cold cement before I started to cry. (Boo hoo, I know) Anyway, Shay was very helpfull and got me some pillows so I could put them underneath my leg and Owen was kind enough to get me a little blanket to help keep me warm. I called Jeff and he came home and took me to the hospital for xrays. And the verdict? Well, like I said in the beginning, broken. I broke my tibia down by my ankle. Blah. Can I just say that again? Blah!!!! I can't imagine much worse timing. I'm most likely getting a cast on Monday, and that means 6 weeks with crutches! I'm having a baby in less than 4!!

So, my ankle hurts like crazy when the pain meds aren't working, and I hate cructhes, because it hurts to try to use them to walk. I have to sleep sitting up so I can elevate my ankle. Let's see, can I think of anything else to whine about? Oh, my DVR is downstairs!

Sorry for such a crappy post! Keep reading, I won't always be soo whiny!