After living my whole life without breaking a bone, I fell on Friday and managed to break one. I walked out of my house into the garage and missed a step. I went flyng on to the hood of my car and slipped to the floor. No major damage (except to my phone which fell into three pieces. Fortunately I put it together after climbing after the piece on the floor and it worked. ) I called Gary in his office to come and help me off the garage floor. I thought I had twisted my foot and headed off shopping with Ben for pictures for his new apartment. After a couple of hours, my foot started hurting much worse so I headed home to stick it in ice. When that didn't help that much, we went to the doctor and sure enough I had broken off a piece of bone in my foot. I am now in a walking cast for 4-6 weeks...not the way I watned to spend the last weeks of summer---no swimming, no bowling, etc.
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Did this very thing when Craig was small. Shockingly painful for such a tiny break!
Andrea
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