A beautiful snowy night, below freezing temps, a dog with a bad eye, who can't walk because he has on one of those vet collars, early morning when the dog has to go outside, what does all of this equal up to? A slip off the front porch and a *****broken ankle, the week before Christmas. Yes, this is what happened to me on December 16th. I knew right away that it was broken only to have Jay take me to the ER to have it confirmed. It was finally my time to go to the emergency room. I didn't want a turn. It took the insurance company until the 23rd to let me have surgery approved and on Christmas day I went in and had a plate and eight screws put into my ankle. I came home the same night and there really hasn't been too much pain. Yesterday I went into the Dr. for the first time after surgery and he put me into a walking boot but the staples don't come out until next Thursday so I can only put about 25 lbs. on it. This is stupid accident for a mom with five kids at home and a job to have but I'm doing great and going back to work on Tuesday, so I don't lose my mind.
The dog? He had surgery on the 16th and is doing pretty well. At least he can run around and isn't worried about slipping. Dumb dog.