And The Public Apology Goes To...

In the last blog posting I may or may not have called out a dear friend of mine.  You see, instead of just getting a wicked sprain with sick purple bruising all over, I did in fact break my leg.  No this is no joke, no silly april fools joke that I am milking for 2 weeks.  In fact I did break my leg from the below story (please see previous blog entry for story of how the break happened).  I have been walking around on it for a week now with it being broken.  It turns out I tore two ligaments in my ankle completely and possibly tore the ligament that goes in between the bones in my legs.  While doing this, a spiral fracture occurred in my fibula from the stress of the 'biff'.  I possibly have a small fracture in my ankle (or it could be a previous injury that hasn't healed correctly) and a small fracture in my pinkie toe area.  Basically I messed myself up pretty good.  I am in a soft cast/boot thing for 4-6 weeks with crutches and then 4 weeks more in the boot w/o crutches.  My pits hurt real bad already.

So the public apology part....Well it is quite good because my bud Michelle (who happens to be a nurse) said it could be broken even though I was walking around on it.  I shrugged her off since I am a doctor in my spare time and bluntly told her 'no way did I break it.' I even put that same shrug off in the previous blog post!  So on Friday after a day and a half of worsening pain, I went to a minor emergency place.  Yes they told me it was broken and I giggled and giggled (I am not sure why but I did giggle).  So there I was stranded at the doc in the box with a fatty splint on my foot making driving impossible.  So who do I decide to call?  I ate a piece of humble pie-which is sick- and called Michelle asking her if she could come pick me up because I was unable to drive.  I was expecting a good ol' 'told you so' and I was bracing to take the verbal beating.  Instead she says to me 'you must be tough or have a high pain tolerance, and I will be right there.'  So dear dear Michelle.  I am sorry I didn't believe you when you said it could be broken.  I am sorry that I blogged that I didn't believe you.  And thank you for taking care of me!

For my boys out there that don't know who Michelle is, this is my beautiful friend.  She is one of the kindest people around, soooo hilarious, and we have had the church giggles a couple times already.  Story: the other day in church Michelle was eating a jolly rancher.  During the prayer she decided to straight up chomp it which sounded like a tooth fell out.  I popped one eye open to see if someone lost a molar and at the same time she popped her eye open to see if anyone heard her and our eyes met during the middle of the prayer.  BIG MISTAKE.  I was shaking so hard in my seat that I began to scoot off of it and was heading for the floor.  She was crying whilst trying to stifle the giggles.  The bad thing is that we are the leaders in young women's (she is the president) and we couldn't control ourselves.  It was great. She thinks we moved to Arizona for the simple fact that I am here to entertain her.  I have already accidently texted her phone line probably ten times and then accidently invited her to dinner (not to mention the above apology) but for some reason she still wants to be my friend! We are going to be the YCL leaders for stake camp this year and I am pumped. So there you go. I think I should make you a mix CD now Michelle.  Thanks for being my buddy. 

 

Don't mind flat stanley.  And if you don't know who flat stanley is, ask any third grader.  This is my splint right after I found out it was broken.  

These two gems were taken just the other night.  My nephew Garrett will be getting a copy of these pictures for his class in a few days (because of the flat Stanley assignment).  I got to ride around in one of the rider carts at the grocery store.  They had an Idaho potato balloon so I made Zac get a picture with it.  NICE!  Richelle (my sis) is going to be pumped because I am basically stuck inside because we live on the third floor and it is a clinic to get down those stairs.  Anyway she is pumped because I will probably be blogging a little more so I don't lose my mind.  Love you sister!