Saturday afternoon was a beautiful day here in Texas, so I decided to join my husband on the golf course. I had a few beers before I went, and then when I got to the course they were on hole 3 so I had a marshall take me out to meet him. Shortly thereafter, the beer girl came by. We got a few more but I think I only had one. I had finally gotten up the nerve to tell him about this program and that I was quitting. He was somwhat confused but still supportive. To keep it simple, I told him it was supplements and things like that. He knows how badly I've wanted to quit. So anyhoooo...
We were having such a good time, riding in the cart and talking and enjoying the sunshine. He was playing well! All of a sudden, he said "hold on" and left the cart path onto the fairway. I was holding on but apparently not good enough because I bounced out of the cart, landed on the cart path, and the cart ran over me.
YIKES!!! As soon as I got up, I knew my foot was broken. My left foot should have been pointing straight ahead and instead it was pointing left. Not good at all.
My husband took me to a small hospital and they took me straight back (fortunately didn't have to sit in the waiting room for hours). They x-rayed and saw how bad it was, so they arranged to transfer me to another hospital for surgery. They did, and so at the second hospital they took me straight to the OR. The heel was dislocated from the ankle bone, and the ankle bone was broken. They put screws into my ankle bone to hold it in place.
I stayed in the hospital until noon on Monday and then came home with orders to stay in bed for a week. Of course I had no beer in the hospital, and there's nobody going to bring me any in bed! By the time this is all over, I should be over the worst of the habit and I couldn't be more happy about it!
I think this is the best injury I've ever had, because it has enforced what I wanted to do, which was stop drinking, but thought I couldn't. Guess as it turns out, I really can!
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