Allow me to serve as a reminder for you all to be careful on the ice.
Seriously. You could slip and fall, just like that!
Especially if you’re walking on concrete—I think that you fall faster on concrete than you do on grass.
Yep, this was going to be my coffee yesterday morning, but I didn’t get to drink it.
Long story short—I slipped, fell, broke the bottom part of my fibula (it amounts to an ankle wound). Fortunately, this time, it’s a simple fracture, with no healing problems anticipated. They said four to six weeks, probably, and I’ll be back on both feet.
Also fortunately, we still have the plastic cast protector (for the bath), plus various other accessibility implements, from my previous trouble, and it’s been relatively easy remembering how to “do things.”
Also, I seem not to have lost my memory of how to get around on crutches (although my strength and callouses for crutching have eroded in the past few years). I’m not sure I’m good to do steps again, yet.
Meanwhile, since this time the break is in my left foot, my crutching and gettin’ around feels all backwards—it feels like driving in Great Britain.
So just remember—watch where you step, and be very careful wherever there could be a patch of ice.
UPDATE: "Simple fracture," my *ss. Read the next post to learn about my surgery! *Sigh.*