If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it

If it ain’t broke, don’t fix itThe phrase finder puts it like this; If something is working adequately well, leave it alone.

The problem I have is nothing works well or even adequately on me or my body. In my case if you think you sprained your ankle but its huge, purple and hurts to walk on it – maybe go and get a x-ray.

I never intended to use our blog to post about our ailments and talk about things that creek and hurt on my body but I also like the idea that this is a chronological diary of my life.

So here I go… the story of the time I broke my ankle (last Wednesday).

I got up in the night to pee (I do this at least twice a night. Sometimes more if I’ve consumed my daily suggested amount of water).

I don’t turn on the lights (because I have a hard time falling back to sleep and I try to eliminate all things that would titillate my optic nerve).

Afterward, I stand – my right knee buckles (broke that knee 10 years ago, but that’s another story) and in a flash and like a scene from a movie chucked full of special effects. I am seated like this lady. 2669-85I’ve hit the upper back part of my head on the John and all I can think is, “what just happened”?

I hobble back to bed, sleep restlessly until I hear the kids around 6:30 and awaken to an ankle that looks like this.565376_10200635650396605_310963444_n

I find it hard to seek medical attention for injuries that are caused by the ridiculous. Perhaps if I had hurt myself running hurdles or scaling a rock climbing wall I would have insisted on a trip to the ER. But breaking your ankle after you pee is just wrong. Yes, the tank had leaked a little water – but come on.

I endure Thursday, 730601_10200642158159295_677304543_nI anger at my family on Friday when they start asking why I’m not running to wait on them. Finally Saturday morning I drive myself to urgent care just for peace of mind.


“It’s a fracture” says the Dr. “We’ll put it in a cam boot ($259, I have never spent that on a pair of shoes, let alone one big, black velcro boot), and we’ve set you up an appointment with a foot and ankle specialist on Monday”.


I’ve tried to understand how to cope with this reality and think about ways to avoid it in the future. All I keep coming back to is; how do I continue to take care of my 18 month old while I’m supposed to not be baring weight on my leg? Also, going forward can I get a catheter to use at night? Oh, and I guess call a plumber about the leaky toliet.

“Rest”, they say… “catch up on some tv, books and movies”, they say. The only thing worse than being sick or having to recuperate from an injury is to do those things when you’re a mom. Can I get an Amen?

In 8 short weeks I’ll be able to take walks again and I’ll need to. All this sitting around will help me to gain a hundred pounds or more.

Broken and depressed, Amy

4 thoughts on “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it

  1. Oh NO! Only us old retired folks can afford to break/sprain/rip parts of our bodies (mostly from falling in the night also), BUT NOT YOUNG MOMS! Put out the call for help and I’ll pray someone comes to your rescue (and that small children will be understanding – now THAT would be a miracle!)

  2. Awww, that is a tough break! If it helps, my mom also broke her foot after falling from the commode one night. When she told the Doc that she had fallen off the stool, he assumed a
    bar and asked how much she had drank! Thus adding insult to injury! Take care somehow, will pray you heal well and quickly!

  3. On the bright side, if that had been me, you wouldn’t have seen the bruising through all the hair. It appears you had shaved sometime in the last month! Seriuosly, sending healing prayers your way.

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