How many times have you wished that you could slow down and just take it easy for awhile? Well, I'm here to tell you, be very careful what you wish for; you just might get it. Four weeks ago yesterday, Kenneth and I went out for what was supposed to be a fun evening. We drove to Indianapolis, IN. to attend a charity concert for which I had won free tickets. It was sponsored by my favorite Nascar driver, Jimmie Johnson, and the concert was to be Craig Morgan, who I am also a fan of. What could be better! And actually, the concert itself was wonderful. I got to see both Jimmie and Craig up close and personal. I even got Jimmie's autograph. The food on the buffet was good and Kenneth and I were getting to spend some rare quality time together, away from the farm. It was like heaven...
Until it was over. As soon as we walked out the front door of the Indiana Theater, it all went down hill...fast. Heading back toward the car, I didn't see the curb. In the blink of an eye (although it seemed like it happened in slow motion) I lay flat on the concrete. People were wanting me to sit up and straighten my legs but all I remember is the pain in both feet and ankles. There was no way I could stand up. After what seemed like an eternity the ambulance arrived and Kenneth and I spent the rest of the night in the emergency room.
Short version of a very long story, I ended up with a broken right ankle and a left foot that was messed up with sprained ligaments and tendons. My permanent footwear for at least 6 weeks is a knee high boot on my right foot and an ugly black shoe on my left. I was told to stay off of them as much as possible and keep them elevated. The shoe I can take off at night but the boot doesn't come off at all, for anything.
At first the rest was wonderful, but after a few days in the recliner I soon started to get bored. There is only so much you can do sitting down and I've tried it all. I read, work puzzles, watch TV, movies, cut recipes out of magazines and play on my laptop - all of which becomes boring after so long. I hate not being able to drive and I have 3 more weeks to go. Ugh!!! Take my word for it, slowing down is not all it's cracked up to be. It is so BORING!
But, as all unpleasant things in life, this too shall pass. (And I did get Jimmie's autograph!)
So, until next time...that's my view.
Kat
Until it was over. As soon as we walked out the front door of the Indiana Theater, it all went down hill...fast. Heading back toward the car, I didn't see the curb. In the blink of an eye (although it seemed like it happened in slow motion) I lay flat on the concrete. People were wanting me to sit up and straighten my legs but all I remember is the pain in both feet and ankles. There was no way I could stand up. After what seemed like an eternity the ambulance arrived and Kenneth and I spent the rest of the night in the emergency room.
