Easter Surprise

I’m usurping titles again (this time it’s our minister’s, who entitled his sermon Sunrise Suprise).

But it seemed appropriate.   Because my Easter took a surprising turn (forgive the pun, which you’ll understand in a moment) this morning as I was walking down the hallway at church, deep in conversation with one of my friends, when I felt my (pink high heel clad) foot slip (on the over zealously buffed tile floor).  In order to prevent a total fall to the ground, I managed a quick contorted manuever, grabbing onto the bookshelf, and landed solidly on the side of my left foot.

Ouch! A sharp, ice pick type pain in my foot, followed by a wave of nausea –whoa! 

All kinds of people streaming past, smiling, greeting one another – wait!  My friend is still talking – she hasn’t noticed yet – oh! – I think I need to sit down.

Okay…maybe it’s not so bad.  A few minutes in a chair – yes, I think I can stand.  It’s alright (I think).

So, the show service goes on.  I stand up through all the usual Easter musical hoopla – four or five hymns, the Hallelujah Chorus, two handbell pieces.  I stand around talking to another friend (who is on crutches because she broke her foot four weeks ago!!) and finally limp my way out to the car.

We come home, have a nice breakfast (courtesy of my mother, who is of course extremely concerned) because by now I’m limping quite noticeably, and there is a rather Easter eggish sized lump forming on the top of my foot.

“You need to have that X-rayed,” she tells me.

I know she’s right.  She’s always right when it comes to things like this.

But I procrastinate.  Because I’m making dinner today – it’s already made, as a matter of fact, just ready to go into the oven.  So we go home, and I set the table, and enlist Jim’s help (for a change!)  and everything turns out fine, except that by the end of the meal, the Easter eggish lump on my foot is now a baseball sized lump on my foot, and it hurts like hell!

Well, s&*#, f^%*, and d”*#.

Rest of the story in  a nutshell.

Emergency room.

Fracture.

Splint.

Crutches.

Six weeks.

Easter Surprise.

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12 thoughts on “Easter Surprise

  1. I’m so sorry. As I read I couldn’t help being transported back to last year (May 2 to be exact) when I tripped in an Office Depot on their buffed floor and broke/dislocated my shoulder. I wasn’t in heels though, I was in Crocs. I didn’t slip, the rubber got caught up and didn’t move when I did. I had tried to wait it out too, but gave in when it became obvious that I needed help. Isn’t it ironic that with all the ice you guys have up there, you did this inside? Wishing you a speedy recovery. The good news: you can still do your work because it wasn’t your wrist or shoulder.

  2. Oh my! So sorry to hear this! But now you finally have an excuse to “put your feet up,” as the Brits say, and take it easy!

  3. Oh my gosh — and you trouper you — you made it through dinner and THEN had the foot looked at!!! Be good to yourself and heal!!! Glad that this didn’t happen to you while vacationing!

  4. Oh no!!! Oh no!!! Awful, just awful!!! Have I used enough exclamation points to emphasize how sorry I am to hear such crummy news? I hope you have someone to take care on you for a bit. I wish you a fast and complete recovery!!!

  5. Oh, Becca, ouch! I’ve ushered my mother and MIL through the same type of thing and know how much you want to talk yourself into everything being alright–at least no plates and pins.

    Wishing you a speedy recovery.

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