June 3, 2010

Cast Off

Tiffany here. A month ago I had a freak accident in the house that has caused me a lot of pain, money, and interference with my normal life.

And I blame it all on my two-year old Andrew. He has gotten in the bad habit of laying on the stairs. I was carrying groceries up the stairs to the kitchen. On my last trip down to pick up more groceries, I stepped over Andrew. He moved and I had a split second to either step on him or skip the last four stairs and hit the bottom of the den floor. I couldn’t step on him. I fell hard and heard a loud pop, followed by lots of pain.

I should have stepped on him…just kidding…or am I?

I tore the ATF ligament around the ankle. I suffered through almost two weeks on crutches, three different casts, and loss of control over my life. I had a very hard time not doing what needed to be done around the house or with the kids. Andy actually suggested at one point that I get some medication, and he wasn’t talking about pain medicine. He was talking about obsessive compulsive medication. My Type A personality was a bad match for a leg cast. Through it all the three guys in my life were so good to me. Even though Andy repeatedly accused me of faking it, he really kept things together in our house for the last month! Caleb loved pushing me in a wheelchair when we were out and about. I couldn’t imagine life without them.

My cast came off today, but not before my guys got to draw on my cast. I love Caleb’s robot with saw arms that cuts casts off.

I’m not out of the woods yet. I have three weeks in a foot corset (which is lovely) and then I’ll start physical therapy after that. No more stepping over anyone laying on the stairs for me. Oh no, if you lay down on those stairs, I’m stepping on you. I mean it. I’ve learned my lesson the hard way!