Yep, you guessed it. We were involved in a car accident. Dogtoberfest was being held on a nearby island, Kiawah Island. It was about an hour drive for us but we were really looking forward to going out and seeing the events and checking out all the vendors. We googled the directions to the park...that was our first mistake. The directions took us in the totally opposite direction of where the park was actually located. We drove around for a good 30 minutes looking for the park. Finally we saw a nice couple walking on the side of the road and asked them for directions. It turns out the Google directions weren't even close! So we turned around and were following our new directions to the park. And then the above happened.
I was then approached by an orderly who asked for my wheelchair. It was one with an IV hook. I was fine with switching chairs despite the pain I was sure it would cause as long as he agreed to bring me an ice pack. And boy was I right about the pain! So, I finally got my ice pack and as the orderly was tying it around my ankle, they called my name. Do I seriously want to be a doctor?????? I mean really???
Seatbelt burns on my chest.
My right ankle the night after the accident. You can't tell where my calf ends and my foot begins!
Unfortunately, I didn't get any pictures of my cantalope-like ankle the day of the accident, but there is still considerable swelling in the above photo so you can get the general idea. I also have burns and bruises elsewhere but I didn't have those photographed and some would have shown parts I would rather keep private.
So not only do I have to begin searching for a new car but I have to hobble around on crutches while doing it! It stinks. Have I said that already? We are keeping our fingers crossed that my age works in my favor and allows my ligaments to heal quickly. I don't know how long I'll be able to take sitting on my behind being bored out of my mind, hobbling around on crutches, and having my husband wait on me hand and foot. Wait, strike that last part! That might not be so bad after all!
So, no Dogtoberfest for us and no Waterfowl Association banquet. We were informed by our friends at Hairy Winston that there wasn't much of a turn out at Dogtoberfest. And our tickets to the Watefowl Association banquet didn't go to waste. We passed them off to my SIL who was happy to take them. She was a dear and brought hubby and I both back a t-shirt. We were just glad that someone got to enjoy their evening.
My introductory post for this new blog of mine was actually scheduled to go up on Monday. But, since I was MIA from the blogging world and feeling pretty darn crummy, it was postponed until yesterday. The post that was going to be about Dogtoberfest and the Waterfowl Association banquet that was going to be posted on Tuesday has now morphed into this one and is being posted 3 days late. :Sigh:
But hey, at least I am having a blast learning how to use crutches...or NOT. I am terrible at it. I think back to how coordinated I was as a kid playing softball, cheering, dancing, doing gymnastics, and I wonder where in the world that coordination disappeared to. I have nearly fallen numerous times and can't travel more than a few feet without stopping to rest. How sad is that?? But I am hoping that I am not on them long enough to get adept at using them. It may be wishful thinking but I'm okay with that for now.
Dru and the Munchkins have been so very wonderful throughout this whole ordeal. Dru has been there for me every second getting me anything I want or need. He kept my foot iced for the first 48 hours and has kept moist heat on my ankle since. He has volunteered to drive me to work and pick me up despite the fact that he works over an hour away and has to cut his hours short in order to take me to work and bring me home. What a wonderful man I married! And truth be told, if the roles were reversed, I would do the same for him.
The Munchkins have been the perfect cuddlebugs. They do not let me out of their sight and are sure to curl up wherever I am. I have been showered in love and kisses since it happened. They seem to know that Mommy is hurt and are being fantastic nurses. They did "forget" about Mommy's ankle yesterday when Lexi jumped on my pillow next to my ankle and Bentley tried to take over my pillow with my ankle still on it, but they quickly remembered and made up for it with lots of kisses.
Despite the fact that I am hurt I am truly grateful that God has bestowed such a wonderful family upon me who love me and are so willing to take care of me in my time of need and nurse me back to health. The next time Dru does something to drive me crazy, I'll have to remember these days and let it slide.