This morning we got up early, met our friends at their apartment and began to help them move. Up and down a flight of stairs hundreds of times I swear! I got to catch up with my friend and tell her all about my TTC journey so far, and that felt great! Little did I know what was going to happen later that afternoon.
We were at our friend's new apartment, the guys were with the UHAUL and us girls decided to pull the car up to the curb and grab some boxes and bring them up to the new apartment. My legs were oh so sore from so many stairs all day long. I opened the car door, grabbed a big box, stepped off the curb and straight into a hole, as I fell to the ground I heard & felt a snap! OH NO! My friend ran to me, and asked if I was okay. I said I didn't think so, but I wanted to sit for a while because I felt like throwing up. I wound up sitting at that curb for another hour while they finished unloading boxes. Then it was time for dinner...they all asked if I thought I could get up and hop up the stairs so we could have some pizza and hot wings. (just hot wings for me...) It took about 20 minutes, but somehow, some way I made it up those steps and we enjoyed dinner. About two hours later I wasn't looking forward to the trip down the steps, but knew it was time to go home. Robert tried and helped me in every which way he could. At the bottom of the stairs about fifteen minutes later, I broke down and sobbed. Robert said "thats it, you're going to the ER!" After a few hours in the ER, several XRAYS and me denying a break at all, I was told I broke my ankle :( A temporary cast, and tons of meds, and a follow up with a specialist to see if surgery is necessary. SURGERY?! WHAT?!!!!! WHY NOW?!!!