Hobble, Hobble

On Wednesday my poor little Kristin fell down some steps at school. She called me on her way home to say she was really embarrassed, had gravel in her hand, and that her foot hurt a little. By the time she got home her foot was hurting more than a little. I told her we should go to the ER but she refused. After a little while she decided that maybe, possibly, perhaps we could go to Urgent Care.


The result? A fractured bone. They fit her with a boot cast and told her to go see an orthopedist. After which she turned down any kind of pain pills (crazy girl).

Since then we have gone through a lot of ice and a lot of ibuprofen. There are also pillows strewn about the house so that no matter where she lays down she has something to prop it up on. She can't drive, but thanks to the help of friends she's getting around just fine.

She is able to walk a bit on the boot cast, but her gait has taken on a sort of cute hobble. Today we're braving the Mall of Misery (America), and I'll get the chance to test out my wheelchair driving skills :)