Because Murphy is an Asshole

So, remember that cake walk that 2008 was going to be? Yeah. Well, that was before I fell down the stairs yesterday. And broke my ankle in 3 places. Also, before the surgery I'm likely to have to have next week to put all my broken bits back together.

I was holding Nat, but I thankfully fell on my butt. So, she stayed in my arms, the problem was that my huge ass landed on my poor defenseless ankle. Not good.

So, after I looked down and saw that my foot was pointing in a way it shouldn't, I had to get myself and Nat off the stairs and too some sort of safety. Safety in this case was the dog bed because it was close and at my level...aka...the floor. I crawled to the phone to call Jim. He called 911 and got them on their way while a friend came to get Nat, all the while I am crying and moaning in agony waiting for them all to arrive.

Long story short, I got a ride in an ambulance while Nat got to learn how to drink formula from a bottle. Thankfully, her ordeal went better than mine. She's eating well while I get the narcotics they gave me yesterday flushed out of my system. I do not recommend realigning a joint without drugs...even though mine didn't work well at all. The drugs that is, the realigning went okay.

So, 3 fractures and a dislocation later, we came home to go to the Orthopede this morning. We are hoping that the cast stretching from my toes to my crotch will keep everything aligned well enough to make surgery unnecessary, but we're not holding our breath.

In short, it hurts like a mother f-er. My mom is on her way from the other side of the damn world. My husband is frantically trying to do everything he never has to do...including feed the kids, change diapers and get up in the night for feedings. Oh, and build giagantic casinos from the privacy of our living room.

Thank God for Jim. He's been amazing. Really. My hero.