December 6, 2020

I've talked about two broken bones I had before any of my brothers ever broke a bone. The week I got married two of my brothers broke their legs.

Fast forward nearly a lifetime until about thirteen years ago. The Henrici building was finished and we began meeting there. I remember one Sunday we attended our son and daughter's ward. I think our daughter was speaking. Our son and his family were coming over to our house for dinner later. I was holding their sleeping two year old daughter in my lap so we decided to just take her home with us after our first meeting and they could come later after they finished all their meetings.

As I walked out to the car still carrying Brooklyn I didn't notice the change between the walkway and the parking lot. The color sot of blended together. I stepped off the curb and went down further than I expected and twisted my ankle bad. I did NOT drop my grandbaby but carefully laid her on the ground. She woke up and looked at me as if to say, "Grandma, why am I laying on the ground?"

Luckily my son-in-law happened to be passing by the door just as I went down and came rushing out to help. My son-in-law scooped up my granddaughter and took her to the nursery and informed her parents what happened. My husband ran and got the car. I KNEW I had broken my ankle.

We headed to the emergency room for ex-rays. We were also expecting some bigwigs from my husband's company for dinner. They were going to meet our son. So while we sat in the emergency and the clock kept ticking away I kept telling Steve we needed to cancel dinner. He wouldn't hear of it and kept saying he would take care of everything.

Dinner was scheduled for 4:00. We were told I had a hairline fracture in my foot and sent me home with a walking boot/cast a little after 3:00. Steve parked me on the couch and proceeded to make dinner. Everyone arrived on time and had a lovely visit.

The next day I had to go to Steve's work and cover the front desk for a week as his office manager was having surgery. I hobbled around and took care of business. At the end of the week the doctor wanted me to see a specialist. Quick check and he told me to come back again in two weeks.

So at the three week mark the specialist took new ex-rays. When he saw the ex-rays he said the hospital ex-rays didn't show the whole picture. I had actually broken my foot in three places. I had a fracture on the outside of my left foot, a break on the inside of my left foot and my ankle was broke. He said I should have been on complete bed rest with my foot elevated and no weight for the first week, but it was too late for any of that now.

Needless to say I was that boot/cast just over three months before I was pronounced good. My claim to fame is I still have the most broken bones in my family!!!

Once again I am thankful for modern medicine.

#givethanks

19Carol Bavlnka Hawkins, Shonee Langford and 17 others

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