Let's go back in time, shall we?
April 2012.
Family had flown out and surprised us from New Hampshire. And so more family drove down from the other side of the state, and life was busy. Family gatherings every night. Sleepovers. Potlucks. As well as "cousin pictures", like the one above. I am the one with her foot on Liberty's shoulder. Why, you ask? Well. Today I am going to tell you that story.
The story of how I broke my left foot:
With all the boys staying at my house for the night, us girls decided to go stay at my aunt and uncle's for the night. It was me, LaKaysha, Kirsten, and of course Emily since it was her house *winks* we stayed in the boy's room because there were more beds in there. I remember that Colten had a clock on the wall that ticked. And I couldn't sleep. So I started to make up stories in my head.
This may sound weird, but I was always mean to myself in the stories in my head *laughs* I remember that I made up a story about all us cousins playing in the woods behind our house, and somehow I broke my foot. But I just could not figure out which boy cousin would be more likely to carry me back to the house - Tyrel or Colten. (you ponder the weirdest things in the middle of the night *laughs*) I asked Kirsten and Emily in the morning who they thought would be more likely to step up if I was ever to break my foot.
I still think it's weird that I was pondering this that night xP
It snowed that morning. We decided to run barefoot in the snow, which of course made us squeal and yell. haha xP It's so weird that it snowed in April though! *shrugs*
We went back to my house where the rest of the family was gathered. Oh the wonderful busi-ness of this time in life (I miss it).
By that afternoon the sun was shining and it was really beautiful outside. So it was decided that we would roast hotdogs over a fire for supper.
Like we always did, we begged our Uncle to drive us to the local Trading Post so we could buy some Arizona's because we had a problem *laughs* He agreed, and we were going to get things for the hotdog roast. I was so excited to go I went running up the stairs to my big wonderful room to grab my shoes. The boys were playing video games up in the lounge. I do believe Colten was sitting in my blue chair... random detail that I remember for no reason xP
I grabbed my shoes, and took off back down the stairs.
That's when it happened. I slipped on my way down the stairs and my foot got caught in the railings. I landed with a bump at bottom.
My aunt seen it and I heard her gasp. She yelled from the living room, "Are you ok!?" I guess I told her I was even though my foot was really hurting. That's when I realized I had grabbed only one of my shoes and the other one was actually LaKaysha's. So back up the stairs I went, limping and trying not to cry. Colten glanced away from the video game he was playing long enough to ask me if I was okay. Once again I said I was.
Then I went in my closet to get my shoe and the pain really started to come. I sat down on the floor, holding my foot and rocking back and forth, telling myself I wouldn't cry and that the pain would pass. It always does.
Kirsten seen me coming back down the stairs after that little episode in my closet. I was still limping and I then realized I had cut my foot in the fall. It was bleeding bad (my step-grandma later said I had cut an artery - good thing I hadn't known about that or I would've been panicking). I asked Kirsten to get me paper towel and a band-aide. I cleaned it up and we went to the store.
I couldn't walk on my own so Kirsten was helping me. Someone else may have been too, but I can't remember who it was - either Emily or LaKaysha. After a limping around in there for a while I realized that the band-aide was doing nothing. My Uncle went to the Deli and asked for some napkins, cleaned up the blood, and then carried me back to the car and told me to just wait in there. I was still fighting back tears at this point.
My Uncle came back with a bag of Hugs for me <3 also Kirsten bought me an Arizona and some pixie sticks. also some bought me a pie I felt a little better after that. *hugs them*
After getting back from the store my Uncle carried me back in the house and up into my room where he set me on my bed. There were people all around me as they wrapped my foot up tight trying to stop the bleeding. I think the adults knew it was bleeding more than it should've been, but I don't remember them saying anything. I guess they didn't want to scare me.
We never did roast hotdogs because it started down-pouring outside.
Cousins gathered around in my room and we chatted for a while. I remember the little kids running in every once in a while and trying to jump on the bed, but Tyrel would yell at them that I had a hurt foot.
Eventually we decided to go downstairs and play Judge and Jury and I'd be the judge since I couldn't do anything.
Remember how I was pondering who would carry me around if I ever broke my foot? Well, it was Tyrel. That poor boy put up with so much.
All the adults went out together later that evening and it was just us kids there (everyone who was in the header picture). Kirsten, LaKaysha and Emily all had two good feet. They were up and down the stairs so often Tyrel finally told them to pick and place and stay there because he was tired of carrying me up and down and all around.
The next morning I woke up to an empty room (curse of being someone who sleeps later than everyone else xP). I could hear everyone downstairs getting breakfast. There was a total of nine extra people staying at our house that week so the noise downstairs was plenty loud *winks*. And there I sat in bed, unable to walk on my own. I sat there for a while pondering if I should just yell "help" and hope someone heard me over their noise or just wait and see if they remembered I was helpless up there and decided to check and see if I was awake.
It was my Uncle who decided to check on me. He chuckled when he found me sitting up in bed, wondering what to do.
Later that day Marissa and Marita came over and my mom asked them to bring the crutches from years before when my uncle had hurt his foot. They did and that was the end of me limping around or begging someone to carry me. Felt good to get around on my own. Though I did cry about needing them later.
Soon everyone went home to either New Hampshire or the other side of the state and life calmed down. But my foot didn't get any better. I still couldn't walk on it.
My mom would tell me to walk on it because she figured it was a sprain. Can't really blame her. I never complained about being in pain, so everyone just assumed it wasn't that bad.
It wasn't till nine or ten days later that I went to my mom and told her I thought it was more than a sprain. She took me in for x-rays that day. And sure enough. It was broken.
They gave me a boot to wear until I could go get a cast on it.
I could go on and on about the adventures I had while wearing the boot or cast, but "that's another song". *winks*
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| a couple weeks into having the cast - another time when family came to visit |
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| only a couple days after getting the cast off - back in the boot |
If you'd like, I could do a part two all about those adventures. But until next time,
Thanks for coming on this rather lengthy walk down memory lane with me!
This post is slightly different than the other posts I have planned for this series. Just a heads up *winks*
Did you make it through the entire story? Ever break a bone? Looking forward to more in this series?
