This is how it happened: I decided to bungee jump over the Indian Ocean. When the helicopter door opened and it was time for me to jump out, all the pressure pushed me towards the door and I hit my foot on the way out. Minus the excruciating pain, it was wonderful. So beautiful. When I got back into the helicopter my foot was black, blue, and very swollen. I had defiantly broken it. Ok, so maybe that’s not the real story, but it is way more exciting than how I really did break my foot.
The real story: My roommate asked for something while she was in the shower. I hopped out of bed to get it off the shelf for her. I, still being a pretty groggy, didn’t pull our bench out far enough so I could stand on it. Instead, when I went to step up on it my foot wasn’t secure and I fell, basically crushing my foot. It’s broken in several places and I have a sprained ankle. What a combination, huh?
For now, I do not need surgery, but they are going to reevaluate that in about 2 weeks. I just have to try and stay off of it so it can heal. Me, be still? HA! I also have to get help with just about everything. I need rides to work, someone to carry my meal tray, and someone to help me open doors. I hate asking for help, and right now that seems to be my life, always asking if someone can help me. They say they don’t mind, but I still feel like I’m bothering them. There’s not much I can do about it though, I really do need their help.
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How's it healing?
It's alright. It still hurts pretty bad though. I will find out on Monday how much longer with the cast/boot thing and crutches. Hopefully not too much longer!!!
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