We have always tried to plan things in advance. Partially because I am somewhat OCD about knowing what's coming and being all 'Scout prepared' and part is because I can't stand to be so free-flow that everything is a surprise to me.
Well, the train not only had a rough patch on the tracks, it jumped the rails and rolled around in the meadow giving Tootle a run for his money.
The idea is that we exercise to improve our conditions and make our bodies stronger. The reality is that the kind people who pave the streets don't care that the collar of asphalt they create around sewer lock out's, manhole covers, etc., are a danger to cars, trucks... and 5k participants. As a result, I now have a broken ankle.
The toes went into the drop-off and the ankle followed with a nasty crack. I knew it was broken before I staggered to a stop.
I didn't cry until I got the x-ray results that said for sure and certain my ankle was indeed broken. Yeah. Broken. And all of this happened THREE DAYS before Thomas flew into Huntsville from his mission.
I can't imagine doing anything normally because thus far in my life, it hasn't happened.
The cast is hunter orange. They were out of camoflauge (the idea behind that being that no one can SEE the cast...), they didn't have enough lime to do my leg, they only had bright red and no Alabama Crimson, and they were out of blue. So, that left me with woefully inadequate choices of day-glo orange or plain white.
Go big or go home... I saw it on a shirt several years ago and liked the idea behind it, so I decided to go big.
I have a hunter orange cast. I figure if I'm gonna be in this thing for 4 weeks, I might as well have a good time with it. It's not like you can really hide a 10-ton cast anyway.
The funny part of this, okay the ironic part of this, is that when Thomas got off his plane and saw us there - Jared was in his wheelchair, Sister Scanlon was in a wheelchair, I was in a wheelchair and Beth was on crutches.
He said, "Did you wait until I was gone to fall apart?"
Going on a mission $10k.
Parking in the airport garage $2.00.
Seeing family and friends all gimped up . . . Priceless.
4 weeks... only 4 weeks....
Then maybe I can resume a normal life. Or at least as close to normal as I usually get.
