The World's Laziest MyLotter Returns or I Fought the Stairs and the Stairs won...

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Hi all. It's been a while since I've posted. AGAIN. Seems like when I have something to say, I just don't feel like posting. Also, I've been very into politics. Maybe I'll post about that later. The reason I am posting now is that I am sitting on the bed with a broken leg, going nowhere, bored of Words with Friends, the local newspaper, Poppit, etc., so I might as well tell you all about it. So Monday night I went downstairs to fix myself a quick sandwich. Tony and I were planning to go to the gym. We had finally gotten off our rears and were working out again. About 2/3 of the way downstairs, somehow I caught my foot, and I went down. I remember the top of my foot on the stair, twisting, falling and catching myself. I lowered myself to the ground (I didn't fall all the way) and started screaming. Cary came running and I told him to go get Tony and an ice pack, in that order. I remember them putting ice on my ankle and then I didn't know where I was. Apparently I had passed out for a couple of minutes from the pain. This all resulted in my getting a "free" ride to the hospital where they took x-rays and told me the fibula was cracked and sent me home with crutches and a boot. Some fun. The next day I looked up the orthopedic surgeon that the hospital recommended, and he was out of network. So I called my doctor for a referral to one of theirs. He was in network, yay, and so I made an appointment. Wednesday morning, more xrays. So much fun when he twisted my ankle sideways to get one of the ankle and see if it was stable. Which, it wasn't. Something about a ligament being stretched out and the bones being too far apart. So my two exciting choices were 1) a cast, with a slight chance that the bones wouldn't align, in which case it would be harder to fix or 2) surgery, a metal plate, a risk of infection, but a very good chance that the bones would be back in alignment. I chose the surgery, which was 2 days ago. It went quite well, but when I got home, well try going up stairs with a splint on your leg. I ended up scooting up the stairs on my butt, and here I will stay for 2 weeks until the appointment when they take the splint off, take the staples out and put me in a boot. No zip lining for my birthday.