I broke my fibula (the smaller of the two lower leg bones) recently.
Courtney Lee had a friend over and us girls decided to go roller-skating while the boys went on a man-date. (They bought a few car magazines from Barnes & Nobles and read them while eating burgers & fries at Jasper's.)
I was quite impressed with my skills at the rink. In fact, while I was skating (backwards mind-you) I was contemplating the fact that somehow, my 20-year roller-skating hiatus had actually made me a much better skater.
And I wish I left the rink with a really cool leg-breaking story to tell, like I broke it playing skate-style Red Light, Green Light (which I played and lost without injury), or doing a triple-axel (like my friend Janine suggested I tell you all), or that I was even skating at all.
Truth be told though, it happened in the snack bar.
The girls mentioned being hungry, so we got a pretzel for Courtney and her friend to split and a nacho for Yans and I in the hopes that it would tide us over until dinner (at Bella Union.)
The nacho was verging on inedible (What does one expect from roller-rink nachos?) so I stood up and rolled over towards the trashcan and that's when it happened...
I felt my legs start to slip out from underneath me and then I saw my arms (along with my half-eaten, nearly-inedible nacho) fly up over my head and next thing I knew, I was laying on the floor of the snack-bar with nacho cheese sauce from head-to-toe and my left leg tucked underneath my body.
And as if that embarrassment weren't enough, within seconds a swarm of 6-12 year olds on roller-skates had encircled me, all of them trying to catch a glimpse of the old lady laying on the floor with nacho-cheese sauce from head-to-toe.
Thankfully, there was a mom though. A lovely, dark-haired mom whom I had exchanged a smile with earlier in the evening who came alongside me to see if I was ok. She told me not to try to get up. She put ice on my leg. She cleaned the nacho cheese sauce off of me. And she held my hand until I could get ahold of someone to come and get me. (Josh has been swamped with work, so he had purposely left his phone inside his truck while he was on his man-date with Cole - so I called my Dad and step-mom instead.)
And then my step-mom took me to the E.R. while my dad went to find Josh and Coley.
And a few hours later (after the best E.R. experience I've ever had - I swear, it was like a stay at a five-star hotel - minus the whole x-ray and gurney thing) I went home in a soft cast, with crutches and a prescription for pain meds.
And now, I'm in a hard cast and on Advil and crutches.
And that means I had a cast that needed decorating (Thanks Nancy for all the colored Sharpie pens you sent the girls.)...
They saved a spot for Josh and Courtney Lee though, who later drew roller-skate wheels and laces onto the bottom of my cast.