I am so frustrated with myself! Saturday night I broke my ankle.
It happened when I was roller skating (of course), but I wasn’t even screwing around! Sometimes I goof off and do things that seem/are pretty risky — but not this time! This time I hadn’t even been skating for 15 minutes. It was only the third song! I wasn’t even warmed up!
There was a “new” DJ (I know him and I really like his taste in music) and everyone was so excited that when Loverman and I walked into the rink our friends were saying already, “Look up in the DJ booth! Look who they got to DJ! And he’ll be here on Saturdays from now on!”(You wouldn’t know this, but last week there was a HUGE post on our Facebook group about how crappy the music has been lately — I didn’t really agree with it, but I REALLY agree with the person that was chosen to “spice it up”!) .
Anyway… I was just roller skating backwards (because that’s my favorite way to skate) slowly to a groovy song — the third song of my roller skating evening, completely unaware that it would be my last groovy roller skating song for at least 4 more months! All of a sudden, for no reason at all that I can fathom, my body fell straight down on my left ankle. My left foot was twisted backwards and upside-down underneath my body.
I sat there on top of it for a moment and I knew I had broken my ankle just from the way I was sitting on it. There was a dull throbbing pain, but not the screaming fiery pain that I expected to go along with my bone snapping. Somehow I got my foot out from underneath me and (because I was on the far side of the rink from the exits) I started scooting on my butt towards a group of my friends that were skate-dancing together in the middle of the floor.
I can only imagine the look on my face as I was scooting towards them. I think I was mouthing the words “It’s broken” over and over, but I’m a little grey on what was happening at that exact time. It took less than 5 minutes and the cute DJ had already removed my skates and put an ice pack on my left ankle. Loverman came to my side as soon as he realized what happened. He took his skates off, too, and helped me off of the rink.
Ten minutes after that he was carrying me out to my truck, in his arms, like my Knight in Shining Armor. Then, when we got to the hospital he carried me into the ER, too! (that was truly the BEST part of my night! He is SO wonderful to me!)
We got to the ER by 10PM and I was X-rayed and casted and home by 12:30. Unfortunately, I broke my ankle and tore the ligaments so badly that I will need surgery.
Yesterday I had an appointment with an Orthopedic surgeon. He explained in more detail what had happened with my ankle and what he will need to do. Originally, he wanted to do the surgery next week, but he must have seen my heart fall out of my chest and shatter on the floor because when he came back a few minutes later, he said that they would get me into surgery on noon this Friday! I am still very frustrated that this happened, but I am so happy I don’t have to wait an extra 3 days! That would have been 3 more days for me to hate myself for what happened…
I broke my Fibula down at my ankle. The surgeon needs to put in a plate and some screws. The ligament on the inside of my ankle has been completely torn so that will need to be repaired.
Because there is so much damage to THAT ligament, the surgeon said that another ligament holding my ankle bones together in the middle may also be torn. If it is, they will have to put a bolt through the middle of my ankle that will be removed in 12 weeks. That would increase my recovery time substantially.
If I don’t have to have that additional bolt through my ankle (and there are no other complications), the Dr. told me that I can be back to roller skating again in 3 to 4 months.
Even though I know that my accident was just that — an accident — I can’t get over being angry. However, I can say that my anger level is substantially lower now that I have a “plan of action” and I can see there is indeed a light at the end of my tunnel.
Because of how everything happened (like it was a total fluke – I should never have fallen the way I was skating!) and how everything is falling so nicely into place afterward (there are too many small coincidences to quantify them here. Let me just say that it’s very, VERY strange) — I know that this broken ankle was meant to happen! I know I am supposed to be learning something from this experience (ummm – it’s probably humility since I hate asking for help so much! Also, I loathe feeling like I am an imposition).
And a wonderful friend of mine told me last night that she knows something great will be coming from this! She is so excited for me that her excitement has rubbed off a little on me, too!
I can already see a pretty great thing that has come from this — I am totally feeling loved!!