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* Timeline

- Note taken on [2023-01-05 Thu 17:59]

Pain in my foot has been escalating a little bit. Nothing acute, but just an
  ache. If it's propped up on a pillow on the couch there's almost no
  discomfort. But the moment I put it near the floor, gravity on the boot and
  the general pain sets in.

It also occurs to me that I haven't even really mentioned what happened, given
  that I haven't been journaling a lot lately. On December 28, I went out for a
  really short run. I was excited about the prospect of trying out the Y
  exercises with Emma and the Simmons the next day and so was waffling over
  whether to get a run in. The weather was also not great; there was a light wet
  snow and the streets were a litlte wet. All that said, I checked with Emma and
  she thought it was okay as long as I was careful.

Just as I was passing the chapel on the Shore Road, there were a few cars
  passing me. Given the weather, I tried to give them a wide berth by moving
  over to the parking lot area in front of the chapel. But it turns out there
  was ice under the snow in the parking area and I wiped out. First my left foot
  went out from under me, and trying to catch myself, my right foot went out as
  well. On the way down I tried to catch myself with my ankle. Looking down as I
  fell, my right ankle was turned past 90 degrees to my right leg and everything
  just felt wrong. I hit the nice and cursed a lot and tried to collect myself
  enough to call Emma. My first call to her cellphone rang through, so I had to
  make a second call to the house phone. She ran me over to Blue Hill where the
  ED doc gave me a boot and told me it was a high sprain and a broken tibia. I
  would probably need pins put in to make sure the bone set right, but needed to
  see an ortho surgeon to check on that.

On Friday, I was finally able to see a doctor up in Bangor who looked at the
  x-ray and said that if the broken end of the tibia didn't move too much
  between now and two weeks, when the bone will actually start repairing itself,
  I may not need surgery to put pins in. But if it has moved at all between now
  and then, I would still need surgery, and quickly.

So that's where I'm at. Sitting on the couch, recovering from [[id:e4458731-5cef-4447-92e0-7548414a4203][Breaking My Ankle]]

- Note taken on [2023-01-05 Thu 10:43]

Woah. It's already almost 11 and I haven't been up for more than 45 minutes.
  Not sure what happened last night, but I slept in mightily. Emma was supposed
  to be going to the Y for a workout while the Bubba grabbed the kids. But
  winter weather showed up in the form of cold rain and ice, so everyone is
  still home.

I think having Emma up and about this morning led me to roll over and fall
  asleep again. I thought she'd be gone and the house would be quiet. But
  instead we're all here :)