It happened again yesterday — my ankle gave out while going down the step into the garage from the house.  I was carrying my one-year-old at the time and thankfully he wasn’t hurt but I wasn’t as fortunate.  One trip to the ER later and I was set up with an ankle brace, crutches and a prescription for Vicodin.  Because this wasn’t the first time my ankle gave out on me (it also happened 2 years ago while I was on maternity leave and at when it happened then I was carrying my new baby at the time — same exact place), I’ve been referred to an orthopedic surgeon to see what’s going on with my ankle.

What a pain to deal with crutches!  Joshua and Connor don’t understand why mommy can’t carry them, take them to bed, etc.  And thankfully Andrew has been a rockstar and has taken over with all the household duties that normally fall on my shoulders.

As I was sitting in the ER waiting room, I had nothing to do. My Blackberry was at home, charging.  So I had no access to anything and that was a strange feeling.  Just sitting there, waiting.  I should’ve taken a book with me to pass the time to catch up on my reading but that wasn’t at the top of my priority list when in major pain on the way to the hospital. 

Anyway, off to the orthopedic surgeon on Wednesday and we’ll see what he has to say.  Hopefully no surgery!