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Yes, it is true. I did have a little box with a pillow in it that I used to drag Sophie around the house. Good news is that since then we've figured out that I really am injured for the long run and I no longer try to do much of anything. We had the x-rays taken Sunday night. They splinted me and sent me to an ortho surgeon yesterday (Monday). He came in a explained that my injuries were so bad that I would in fact need surgery to at least one foot and that I would be in the hospital for a couple days. Then he sent me over for CT scans and called me today about them...more on that in a minute. I have had such overwhelming support from all our friends and family. I literally am still trying to return texts and messages from friends offering to help out in any way. I can't remember the last time I felt so loved and important. Last night Julie told me my mom bought a flight for tonight and I just broke down into tears. Monday was such a difficult day for me. We were getting all sorts of bad news, having to deal with the reality of not being able to walk for weeks and weeks, my kids were both falling apart... I just need my mommy.

Today was so much better. Chelsea came once Devin went to work, the Marci and Doris came and helped me clean, get ready, eat, Kim came and helped with the kids, Jenna did the afternoon shift and Mandi brought dinner. At one point I actually thought how fun it was to have all these people come hang out with me, clean my house, take care of my kids and feed me. My life is going to require a lot of manpower for awhile.

And can I tell you how sweet I look? I borrowed one of those sweet walker-sitter things that old people use (complete with NRA sticker). My friend (I'll keep her name anonymous b/c I know she feels bad) laughed her head off when she saw me sitting on it at the table eating dinner. So yes, I look like a total nerd in my moon boots and granny walker.

The doctor just called and he had a chance to look at the CT scans. I don't really understand what he said. I had him call my friend that is an orthopedic surgeon and explain it to him so he can help me know what is going on but as of now here's what I got out of the conversation. He doesn't think he can do anything in the surgery. He thinks he should just let them heal as best they can now and hope it isn't too bad. He's pretty sure I'll develop arthritis in one or both feet b/c there are so many bone fragments that can get into the joints. That can mean joint fusing and more surgery in the future. So naturally I'm having a really hard time with this news. I was ok with having a surgery as long as there was a light at the end of the tunnel but now I just don't know what to think. Both feet have very serious, multiple fractures. He's seen this kind of thing from car accidents or maybe a football injury. It's the kind of injury he wouldn't wish on his worst enemy. How did I do this to myself in a moon bounce???