Monday afternoon the strangest thing happened. I stepped out of my front door and fell, I’m not even sure why, and rolled my ankle on the way down pretty badly. It felt disgusting. The end result was that my ankle is broken in two places. It’s called a bimalleolar fracture. The bottom of both bones has an area called the malleolar, and I have fractured both of them. The breaks are on the outside of my ankle on each side. I am currently in a plaster splint, but later today I will see the orthopedic specialist to discuss surgery. I’m definitely not happy about having surgery while pregnant. I’ve spent these months avoiding anything remotely hazardous, so the thought of being sedated is very nerve-wracking. It will be an interesting appointment today.
I am really anxious to start the healing process, however. This splint weighs a ton and just holding it up off of the ground is extremely painful. I am basically completely immobile. I would like to be able to move around at least a limited amount. I have seven weeks until my due date, and it appears I’ll be in a cast when the baby is born. Needless to say, this is not how I pictured this important part of my life.
Wish me luck.