Accidents, Ice, and Being Hopeful 

I’ve had a couple of setbacks over the last few years. It took me a while to recover from a partial knee replacement because I had to give myself blood thinner stomach shots. They slowed the healing process waaaay down. Then, I worked with a personal trainer and finally turned the corner. Yay! But, I promptly pinched my meniscus. Gah! That took over a year to heal.

By Christmas, I was on my way to a very healthy 2020.

I’ve skied hard for the last few weeks and look forward to a hut trip next weekend. It will be my first time using all-terrain skis.  

Yes, there has been an extra spring in my already bouncy step.

Until yesterday.

Judging by the size and color of my big toe, I probably broke it. No, it wasn’t fractured by some fantastic feat like hitting the rail in the terrain park, kicking a football with Justin Tucker, or hanging by one foot for America’s Got Talent. 

It happened when I set down the end of a couch while in a sumo squat. Somehow or other I missed the floor completely.

I didn’t think too much about it until our guests arrived. I tried to put on my North Face boot to go to Main Street in Breck. It didn’t fit. Nor did my leather one. Luckily, I found a really old pair of stretched out and faded Ugg boots that didn’t cause shooting pain. Yay! 

I vowed to keep my foot flat and the bounce out of my step. Right.

As I strolled down the crowded sidewalk with a short gait, that dang Tigger bounce reappeared. Pain shot from my toe. I gasped. Everyone around me stopped and stared. “Sorry!” I said and giggled. “It’s just a stupid broken toe.” How embarrassing. 

So, here’s the dealio. I’ve already decided that this fracture, which usually takes football players six weeks to heal, is only going to take me one.

I’m going on that hut trip.

Have I seen a doctor? No. But, one of my husband’s friends, who is visiting, is in the medical profession. She told me it wouldn’t matter whether it was x-rayed or not. Broken toes need time to rest and heal with elevation and ice.

Perfect. I toured an Ice Castle in Silverthorne, Colorado, literally surrounded by ice.

Come back on Wednesday when I post those amazing photos. Coolest place ever. LOL! By then, I’ll be flexing my feet and flying around, for sure.

In the meantime, I’m ready for AT skiing! I’m sure the swelling will go down in time, don’t you?

Have you ever willed yourself to heal super quickly for an event? Did it work? Are you good at lying? Go ahead. Lie to me.

Should we take bets?

 

Do you think I’ll heal up in time for hut skiing next Sunday night?

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The last time I toured an ice castle was in Breck a few years ago.