Three Bones

This post is for Friday, July 27th. (We're almost caught up!)

Rachel here:
We started out the day by meeting some old friends from when my parents were in graduate school. My family met them at the park. At the park we played soccer until I went to play on the swings. I was jumping off them like I always do. After a while I decided to do a spin in the air.  I tried it a few times. Then once I landed and felt a pain in my foot. I sat there for a while holding my foot before hopping part way to the bench where my mom was sitting. My foot really hurt a lot. She came over and brought me some water. I continued hopping to where my mom was sitting. My mom tried to get me to swallow some Allieve but I couldn't seem to figure out how to do it. Then my mom realized there was children's Ibuprofen in the first aid kit in the car. We stayed at the park for just a little longer. I hopped all the way to the car.

Once at my grandparents' house, my mom had me elevate my foot and put ice on it. She did some research on the internet and called the insurance, then took me to InstaCare. There, they already had my name in the system from when I was a baby and got really sick when visiting Utah. My mom thought it was broken before we went. I REALLY hoped it wasn't broken because I didn't want to miss out on some of the other fun things coming up on the trip - especially hiking the narrows at Zion National Park.

Eventually they called me back. They made me sit in a wheelchair. At first I didn't want to, because I didn't want there to be a fuss. But I was getting tired of hopping, so I sat in the wheelchair. I talked to the doctor for a minute, and then they did an x-ray. A few minutes later, they showed my mom an x-ray. She told me that three bones in my foot was broken. Two of the bones were minor breaks (they were broken all the way through but still lined up). The other was not so minor. The ends of the broken bone were side by side. The doctor came back and said I would need to wear a boot for three weeks. That's when my mom told me that they had thought I would need surgery. The boot goes all the way to my knee. I can't put any pressure whatsoever on the front part of my foot for three weeks. My mom bought me crutches. It's a lot easier to move around with crutches than just with the boot. My aunt met us at urgent care and gave me a get well balloon.



I really wish I hadn't broken my foot. It hurts - but that's not the worst of it. I really wish I hadn't broken it because I can't run or hardly walk. I can't even sleep normally. Mostly, I'm sad about missing out on some things. In the future, I'll try to be more carefuly. But for now, I'm trying to look on the bright side.