Does it sometimes seem like tough things just keep happening? I am truly feeling that way today. First my Dad passing in Oct, then Shelby last week and now, on Thursday evening I was stepping out onto our deck and apparently just hit my foot totally wrong, fell and broke my ankle!!! It was really bad too, apparently broke in three places, so have spent the last two nights in the hospital, having surgery last night to put in a plate and pins. I had sprained it a few weeks back and the Dr said it was probably very weak still and all it took was one wrong step.

So now here I sit for the next eight weeks foot in a splint for two, then a boot for 6 more and not able to put any weight whatsoeven on it, using crutches which I am a total klutz at, and/or a walker which I feel more comfortable with, but still not very coordinated. I am so mad at myself, and so frustrated and scared I'll forget and put weight on the right foot, or fall or something. And as my daughter said, my personality doesn't sit still nor am I use to letting someone else do things like cook, shop, etc.

Guess the fact that we cancelled our cruise on Oceania that was supposed to start the 14th was fortuitous as we certainly would not be going now.

I feel like a little black cloud has settled itself over us or something. Sighhhhh....oh well, I guess it could have been something much worse. :mad: :mad: :mad: GRRRRRRR!