And now another episode of "As the Bone Breaks"

So. Two weeks ago or so my husband and I stopped into our house to admire our newly-sanded and polished hardwood floors. As I turned to go down the garage steps, something (a mop? a chair? a rhinoceros? No idea.) stuck into the stairwell and down I fell.

One 9-1-1 call, two nights in the hospital and about 30 x-rays/CAT scans later, I was given the news: RIGHT ANKLE - severe level-3 sprain, with possible tearing of ligaments; LEFT FOOT - number of fractures, including heel and various crushed/displaced bones.

Joy to the world.

A week in bed (and I do mean "in bed" - no weight bearing), and then a visit to my new orthopedic surgeon, at which I was scheduled for surgery bright and early the next AM. At a week post-surgery, I have a new cast on the left leg, as well as some new metal screws/pins/etc. No weight is allowed on the left foot for ... well, months, actually. I'm still not moving much; I have a wheelchair and will travel, have stood on the right sprained leg, but with much pain and no movement. Still working on that.

I generally am doing well, really. I have PT three times a week, and am hopeful. Always hopeful. I'll keep you posted.