On the mend

Dearest Blog and JHP fans,

My apologies for being M.I.A. the past few months. I sorta kinda had a little accident...

Nice boot, eh? It's all the rage in the fashion world.

Keep reading for more fun details on why this was my view from above for 6 weeks!

Yes indeedy, I broke my foot. And of course, I don't do anything half-a$$ed. As you can see in this xray, I REALLY broke it. 

5th metatarsal fracture... ouch.

Sad thing is I don't even have a really good story for HOW I broke it. Since I'm a super active person who plays volleyball and flag football and does triathlons and hiking and... you get the drift, most people expect me to have some crazy, cool story to tell. But alas, all I can say is that I was walking barefoot on carpet when my foot simply rolled under me. I blame it on getting old, not taking my vitamins regularly (and apparently being Vitamin D deficient)... oh, and wearing 4-inch platform heels for a few hours leading up to said eventful breakage of foot.  At least, my besties and I were all dolled up and having fun when it happened!

The scene of the crime... Happy Birthday, Sherr!

The morning after it happened I was fairly certain I had broken it... the intense pain, black and blue discoloration, lack of mobility and overall swollen-fatness of my entire foot were a dead giveaway. However, since it was a Sunday (and I had a birthday pool party to go to), I figured I could save myself the ER expenses and just go see my doc on Monday morning. They'd probably order an xray, confirm it was broken and then put me in a cast or something for a few weeks, right?

{heavy sigh} Oh, if only it were that simple.

My simple doc appointment and xrays soon turned into a visit with an orthopedic specialist and a numbing (no pun intended) diagnosis that this foot was not going to heal correctly on its own in a little cast. The only option = SURGERY. :(  Ugh.

Alex's note to the docs on surgery day

The surgery itself went well. They ended up putting the bone back together with a plate and 4 screws. 

My new robotical foot :)

Then I got to hobble around on crutches and this huge moon boot for 6 weeks. 

Apparently Lucy thinks this huge contraption is a new pillow to lounge on. 

My collection of right-sided flats that overtook the living room... plus the paws of one attention-loving Puggle

I'm happy to report that I am finally out of the boot and get to gimp around in sneakers for the final 4-8 weeks of my recovery. WOOHOO!!!!! Can't express how excited I am to be mobile again (sans moon boot and crutches) and back behind the camera!

Lots of blogging to catch up on, so stay tuned. ;)