August 31, 2008

The kids and I went to Rick and Debbie's camp ground to spend the day with them and mom. We had lunch, rode in their golf cart, shot his 22. We had a really good time until Martie asked me to go for a ride with her and Savannah in the golf cart. I was driving for awhile and then I let Martie. We were going up this hill to get back to the others and we drove into somebody else's camp site, so we turned around and then I remember the road that Rick took me up. I started going up the road and it is steep and rocky.
We only went half way and I had a bad feeling about going further. We turned around and then we started going back down (remember it is rocky and steep). I was pushing on the brake and trying to go really slow. We made it down some of it, but the next part is was even worse. I was pushing on the brake and trying to not tip it over. Well to make it not tip over, I was putting my foot out every time I feel like it was going to tip over. I did it about three times because that was my first instinct. When we finally got down the hill, my foot hurt really bad and I thought that I broke it.
We finally got back to Rick's and I told him what happened. He was just glad that we didn't get hurt. But when I tried to walk back to the chair, I couldn't really walk. Debbie looked at it and she said it was either broken or sprained.
I put ice on it for at least an hour, and then we went home.
It still is swollen and it hurts like a "mother". The kids are trying to help, but I am just sitting on my bed with my foot wrapped and propped on pillows. Boy this sucks and why does this always happen to me?
I will post more later to tell you how it is.:(