My turn.

As if we haven't had enough this summer. That little nodule at the base of my ankle bone is supposed to be part the the bone above it. "It's a good brake, though" said the orthopedist. Three weeks in a boot. No surgery; no pins. Good news, I guess. But not convenient. I'm supposed to be working off baby weight, not sitting on my butt with my foot elevated. But, speaking of baby, at least I wasn't holding him when I went down.

So, how exactly did this happen? We stopped by to say happy birthday to a friend. There is a single awkward stair midway through her kitchen. I noticed it when I went "up" the step to put something in the sink and not 10 seconds later forgot about it when I went "down" the step. I fell so fast and so hard that I didn't even realize what had happened until I was on the floor. I assumed it was a sprain because, of course, that's what happens to normal people when they miss a step. By morning, though, I started to wonder. There was some swelling, but not as much as I thought there should be. However, the pain was intense. I called Danny to get his phone consultation. Since the pain was worst when I touched the bone and not the muscle, he recommended an x-ray. I went to the Ortho Center. Sure enough, broken.

It's just lovely.