Saturday my family had plans to go to the Ellensburg Rodeo; Brett and I did not make it. You see I had my moment of gracefulness; one that gave me the nickname Grace that I get called every now and then.
I missed the bottom step of a step stool in my closet, got caught up in some clothes on the floor and heard a big 'ol pop in my ankle. It's 8:30am and we were planning on leaving around 11am. Alissa and Jillian were such good care takers! Alissa called Brett, he was gone changing/checking water, she and Jillian got a bag of ice for me and Jillian continued to check on me as I was crying. I cried for two hours! Brett got home about 15minutes after it happened and tried to asses the situation; he was confident that I sprained my ankle I, on the other hand, was sure that I broke it. My justification - I used to sprain my ankle all the time as a kid (hence the Grace nickname) the whole joint swells and you can't pinpoint one area that hurts worse than another. I could pinpoint EXACTLY where it hurt and the rest I could touch without much wincing.
After Brett's parents came and got the kids to take them to the rodeo (cause they still wanted to go - don't blame 'em); after an hour of icing it and having taken 4 ibuprofen (two hours after it all happened); Brett took me to the clinic. My pain wasn't letting up. Brett bet me $100 that it was sprained, I gladly accepted as I was confident it was broken!
After a half an hour visit at the clinic, getting x-rays and examined, I go out on my crutches in an air cast with a sprained ankle. I was told to keep it elevated and iced for the next two days so that's what I did. A whole lot of nothing!
I still have no idea what Brett's planning with that $100 but I am happy that it isn't broken.
Our last official weekend of local rodeo, seeing friends, and having a great time....gone! I'll have to wait until next year!
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