I'm 28 years old and I've never broken a bone, never so much as sprained my ankle, but all that changed Saturday night...
I was at a Halloween party in downtown Portland where my friend Erin's brother was DJ-ing. The place was super, super crowded, like you could barely move. We hadn't been there very long and I was talking to Erin and Chelsea when out of nowhere I felt a stabbing, horrible pain in the side of my foot and I noticed a girl in high-heeled boots walking off behind me. I have no idea how it happened, but somehow she stepped on my foot. Hard. It hurt really, really badly for about 60 seconds, but I just shrugged it off and didn't think about it again.
A couple of hours later my friends and I were walking to my car when I realized my foot was really hurting, but I still didn't think that much of it. I got home and pretty much immediately went to bed. When I woke up Sunday morning I moved my foot while I was still in bed and it hurt. I knew that was a bad sign. However, it was even worse when I got up and tried to walk, it was intensely painful. Probably an 8 or 9 on a 1-10 pain scale. PLUS the whole right side of my right foot was swollen and turning purple. It didn't take me long to figure out I was going to have to go to the doctor.
I went to an immediate care clinic and they x-rayed my foot and then announced to me that I had a double fracture, specifically a "Jones Fracture" on the outside bone of my right foot, the bone that leads to my pinky toe. The fractures are in the middle of the foot. Right now they gave me a temporary cast and told me that next week, when the swelling has gone down, I will have to go to an orthopedic specialist to get a permanent cast put on. They also gave me CRUTCHES - which suck. I do not like walking with crutches.
So now everday stuff has become incredibly difficult. The kind of fractures I have require no weight being put on my foot in order to heal, which it's not easy to do everything with ONE LEG (and virtually no arms because they are always holding the crutches). The doctor instructed me to "stay in bed as much as possible". Oh. OK.
After informing me that my foot was broken they also told me that I couldn't drive or take showers or go up steps of any kind or get my cast wet or dirty or put any weight on my foot. Great. I live in Portland. My family lives in Houston. Tears immediately sprang to my eyes. I'm a very independent person and it has been difficult to live in Portland without my family, but I am trying to be obedient as I believe this is where God wants me. But now here is a situation where I actually NEED my family and I am all alone. I'm now having to rely on my friends and coworkers to help me, which is a humbling, scary situation for me.
I know I'm not the first person on earth to break their foot and I know things will get easier as I get more and more accustomed to my new broken foot lifestyle. But as I've mentioned many times before, the past 12 months or so of my life have been very trying and I thought I was about to enter into a season of peace and calmness. Only to find that no, the season of strengthening and refinement is not quite over yet. This is another opportunity where I feel overwhelmed with life and want to give up and where I will have to choose to live moment by moment, trusting fully in God's love and provision, and letting His Holy Spirit empower me to do things and endure things I don't think are possible (or I just really, really, really don't want to do).
So, there's my broken foot story. Stay tuned for more updates.