So, why the boot? Why the issues with the ligament? It is a long story that goes back to 1988. The first day of my junior year in high school...I actually fell going up the bleachers for Junior Assembly. Severe sprain that resulted in crutches for two weeks and an air cast for months. June 1993, walking back to my car, on Whiting Naval Air Station, I twisted my ankle on the curb...yet another severe sprain and crutches for a bit...while we were moving no less. January 2006...I actually went nearly 13 years without an injury....I was walking down the stairs in the dark in the middle of the night and stepped on the damn cat sleeping. Severe sprain...crutches for a few weeks...and missed follow up with an orthopedic. A few years later, I began exercising and my foot really starting hurting me. Result...unattached ligament from all of the trauma. Surgery and boot.
The great thing about that is I kept the crutches and the boot. The Sunday before Labor Day we were at the Annual Corn Roast (a family/friend reunion that a friend's family puts together) and my friend asked me to help her get the watermelons out of the cellar. Being a good friend, I say sure...why not. Carrying the large, spiked watermelon in front of me, I cannot watch where my feet are going on each step. So, I couldn't see that there was a much larger lip on the doorway to the outside than I anticipated.....and over I went. I felt and heard my bone crack and just let myself fall because I knew if I fought, I would make it worse. Thankfully...2/3 of the Minot Volunteer Fire Department were there to help me. One in particular took care of my foot...secured it...took down my demographics...talked me through muscle spasms. I also had some very awesome friends around me...old and new! One allowed me to muckle onto her leg with my nails and squeeze to help keep my foot relaxed during muscle spasms. One took pictures that I am still waiting to see on facebook. And one called 911......Now THIS is the funny part of the story.
While she was on the phone with 911, she being the one I helped with the watermelons, her back was to me and I didn't realize she was on the phone...I said...really loudly and jokingly...That is the last time I help you with watermelon Bitch! The dispatcher, instead of confirming that it was an actual threat, flagged the call as a domestic disturbance....thereby barring the paramedics from coming into the yard to get me until state police could get on the scene and secure it. Now my friend calling 911...her husband is also on the Minot FD and heard the domestic disturbance chatter on the radio and promptly fixed the issue. So, a ride to the hospital, a few hours in the ER and xrays later...and here I sit...broken foot and walking cast on.
When I do something, dear reader, I do it big!
