
Well, I didn't really want this for Christmas this year :( On December 4th I was headed down the stairs, like I do so many times everyday, to go get Braxton from school, and on the way downstairs my leg, arm, and right foot decided to go their separate ways and my ankle went pop, pop, pop and looked like it was barely hanging on. I called for Landon to bring me the phone so I could call Michael, he got home in about 15 min. Meanwhile, I tried to pop my ankle back to where it should be, held it in place and tried not to pass out. Michael got home and we called 911 since I couldn't move further down the stairs. Finally, the firemen and Ambulance got here, they splinted my ankle and took me to the hospital in the Ambulance. Poor Braxton walked home to our house wondering what could be going on with the Firetruck and Ambulance parked outside. On Wednesday I had surgery, and now I'am among the group of people that have metal plates, and screws in their bodies.