My Cast!!!

Hello, All!

I went to see Dr.Gardner again this morning. As I mentioned before since I can walk on crutches with some help Daddy didn't have to stay home. So the boys stayed home with the neighbors and I crutched my way to car. Of course I didn't have to walk on crutches the whole time. Once we got there I sat in the car while Mama got me a wheelchair and then she wheelchaired me to the elevator where we then proceeded to the 3rd floor. I did crutch my way to the bathroom and back while we were at the Dr.'s. Anyhoo! The Dr. took my big giant splint off and washed my leg somewhat...somehow. I didn't watch. I whined. :-D He then wrapped my leg in some like gauzy thing. Then he put a stocking thing on it. The stocking didn't have toes. He just rolled it up like a donut and slipped it over my toes. Speaking of toes, he did touch my toes but I didn't really freak out this time. It still worried me and I had to keep some tears in but it was better than usual. Continuing...he put the stocking thing on (which was very soft by the way) and then he wrapped it up in something else. Then he dipped the color part in some sort of water looking solution then wrapped that around my leg. The color part hardened and I could feel it get warm a little. And in case you're wondering what color I chose, I chose pink. :-) Next week I'll go again and he'll unwrap my cast and take my stitches out and put a longer cast on. This cast is definitely shorter than the splint. It doesn't cover my knee. I'm allowed to move my knee which is definitely a plus. But he does want to make just a little longer next time. It will still be under my knee. Oh, and next time I'm gonna choose this really pretty baby blue. :-) So...yeah. That's that. I guess I might as well start 'fessing. I whine...a lot. I even cry...a lot. I'm a freak. I get really scared about the unknown. I was very worried about putting a cast on...I know I know, pathetic. I guess that's just me. I although I really do need to learn to control it. It always ends up not being as bad as I thought it was. And then I'm embarrassed for being so whiny in front of the Dr. :-( At least next time I go I won't be afraid of the cast because I know it doesn't hurt. But...rest assured I will be afraid and whiny about taking the stitches out. ;-) Oh, and when I had the splint on it was way above my knee. Which made my knee immobile. Now my knee is very stiff and it hurts to move it. Ugh.  So...pictures!!

BEFORE:

Big,giant,heavy,ugly splint.

AFTER:

Tiny,short,cuter,less heavy cast.

Knee down.

I'll have people sign this one. I wish I could have the Hoop's sign it. :-(  Oh well. 

DAYS TILL PAPA AND NANA COME: 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES, they're going to be here TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  :-D  :-D  :-D

But honestly, I'm feeling kinda worried about them coming. I never expected to break my leg. I never thought this would happen...to me. It still hurts to walk on crutches. I'm sure it will for all of the time I'm on them but I'm also sure the pain will lessen. Hopefully significantly. When Papa and Nana come we were gonna go shopping and go out to eat and go on a cruise and I was gonna be able to walk. I can't walk around Target for an hour and a half in the condition I'm in. It's just not possible. And I don't really want to be pushed around in a wheelchair. That's embarrassing. I can't drive all the way to Anchorage and then go shopping at Forever 21 which is where Nana and I really wanted to go and then go out to eat. Papa and Nana wanted to go places and have fun and sight-see and since this happened they wont be able to do that. I can't do fun things.  I'll be stuck on the couch all day only getting on crutches for the bathroom. And I'm never going to touch a four wheeler ever again. I hate them. I don't even know why I ever loved them or why I ever even started saving up my money to buy one. I'm never touching a four wheeler again. Guys, that was stupid to ever want. I will never touch a four wheeler.

Whew...got it out. That was a long one. I'm sorry I went on a tyrade. It's just I've been feeling all this lately and Mama thinks it makes me feel better when I say what I feel on my blog. Guys, please comment or please e-mail me. I just want to talk to someone. I wanna tell you how I feel without feeling like I'm getting on your nerves. I know I have Mama to tell. But maybe the more people I tell the better I'll feel. Or I'll just always tell it on the blog and I'll tell Mama and I'll tell the Hoop girls and then eventually I'll just get tired of it all. :-P The more people I tell the better I feel. And even though I've told Mama multiple times that I hate four wheelers I just need to say it. I'm never gonna touch one ever again.  Oh, and if you want my little tyrade up there to be more "realistic" just add me sobbing while Mama adds in a few words of consolation here and there. ;-) Oh and me not saying as much as that. I usually just repeat the same things over a few times. 

Word of Advice: don't go on big hills on four wheelers and unless you're extremely obsessed with them (four wheelers) just stay on flat ground. Oh and stay OFF trails that are sideways...if you know what I mean.