Oops!

I made it 37 years before I broke a bone.  Friday morning (around 6:00 am) I fell from the 2nd to last step while carrying Sarah downstairs - I thought I was at the bottom when I wasn't.  She hit her head on the floor, but was just fine.  My ankles...not so much.  I broke both the tibula and fibula where they come into the ankle.  There is a small hairline fracture up near my knee.  My right ankle is sprained.

In the ER.  Looking pretty good, it got a lot bigger.

Rolling my eyes because I can't believe I did this.

At home

The right one isn't too bad, but because it has to take all my weight it will probably take a little longer to heal.  I go to have the left one casted next week.

Because of Brian's accident when he was younger, he is able to teach me how to use the crutches to maneuver around.  I've decided that I'm not going to be putting them out as far as I can to see how much I can swing.  He can be the champion of doing that.

I'm going to look really good in my Christmas outfit this year!!