I slipped on ice on the edge of our porch...there had been ice on the very edge of the porch the day before...about 6 or 7 inches along the edge. The next morn, it looked like it had melted and was beaded up water.
I was still being careful, was reaching for the hand rail, and my foot hit the 'ice' and slid, it hit the step, and DID NOT slide...my body weight carried me forward...it turned my foot backwards...I was sitting on it...I don't even know just how it all happened...I just remember pulling my leg/foot from under me...
Roger wanted to help me up...I said No, look! and pulled up my pant leg. No bones poked through but oh, you could tell things were not right.
I called an ambulance, and called Lorelei's mom...the one EMT said it about made her vomit to look at it...
To make a long story short, I chose to go to a hospital in Terre Haute that is classified as level 2 trauma center...had surgery that night and came home the next day.
I still can put no weight on it...that will start in three weeks. Or at least that is the plans right now. I have had huge fracture blisters...one of them that popped made a big black scab...I was debating on showing a photo, but it might make you sick at your stomach. Anyway, I go to wound care every week, and let the doctor look...and in the meantime, Roger and I change the gauze pads and all that every day...put medihoney on it.
Just thought I would post this...going to copy and paste it to my other blog....
