I am broken!
Last night, after my small group company went home and I had gotten Blind Linda to bed, I told Certain Man that I was going to go in and have things checked out. I wanted him to go to bed — I wanted to go alone because I really can sleep on those stretchers if no one is hovering about fussing about having to wait so long. He thought he should go, too, but I reminded him that it really wasn’t in his best interest or mine. This hospital is notorious for making people wait.
I got in there at 11:00 — and came home at 4:30 with a half cast/splint and orders to see my orthopedic guy today if at all possible. The emergency room doctor is puzzled by “some things he saw . . .” and wants it all checked out. I know there are old fractures on that foot and a ridiculous amount of arthritis in a band around the arch – and now a broken metatarsal bone. I am not unduly worried that there is something earth-shaking.
Would you all pray for me about something? I am signed up for the Women of Faith Seminar in Philadelphia tomorrow and Saturday. I’ve been so excited to be going for my very first time with some of my bestest friends — including my Eldest Daughter and two of my cousins and two friends from church– and I really want to be able to go. Navigating on crutches is difficult because the knee I wrenched is on the other leg, and it isn’t bearing weight very well. I am not having alot of pain, for which I am grateful, but I want to be wise in what I choose to do.
And once again, I am so glad that it wasn’t worse. It really could have been.