We spent the weekend in the country with Mr. Sass' family. We arrived late Thursday night, slept in on Friday morning and then headed to the pool. We had big plans to cook out with the fam Friday night and then head to the lake Saturday for fun on the boat and fireworks. All those plans came to a screeching halt, literally, when I flew off the family golf cart. I don't remember exactly what happened, but one minute I had Little Red in my lap and the next we were flying through the air. All I could think about was making sure LR didn't hit the ground. Thank the Lord, there wasn't a scratch on him. I was not so lucky. My left leg & foot are all scraped up. Can you say road rash? My knee is bruised and my ankle is totally messed up. I have been to 3 different doctors in the past 4 days. I am now on crutches and antibiotics to prevent infection. I am also in pain, alot of pain. I will go back to the orthopedist in 10 days to assess the ankle situation. Did I mention I am in pain?
Sigh. This is so not how I wanted to spend my summer. I have a girls beach trip coming up in a few weeks plus lots of other fun things planned. Now, I am a whiny, helpless, clumsy mess on crutches. I've always been Miss Independent and now I'm having to ask people for help. I hate it. I'll spare you the grossness of the pictures. They are not for the faint of heart. Every time I look at my leg I throw up in my mouth a little. Cleaning the wounds is just plain nasty and quite painful.
My parents & sisters have been at the beach all week. They are on the way home as I type this. I still can't figure out why they didn't come back as soon as I got injured. I'm totally kidding. Sort of. LR will be visiting them for a few days. Chasing after a 3 year old while on crutches is not easy. Heck, I can't even keep up with him when I'm 100%. Plus, the toys scattered all over my house are hazardous to my health (and sanity). Sorry 'bout the pity party, y'all. I'm gonna stay away til I have happy things to post...
