One of the things I have enjoyed about living here is I am 'Carla' to many people. In MN, I was Matt's wife, Mrs E, A - B - J - or M's mom, pastor's wife, youth group leader, etc. But to very few people was I Carla. I love my job and it has led me into the lives of some wonderful people. Particularly some lovely moms who play soccer once a week all year long. Well, we take a few weeks off here and there, but pretty much all year. And to them, I am Carla. Most of them haven't even met the rest of my family. I love to be active. I love to run. I love being part of a team. And I love to kick a ball .... hard. I have always been fast over short distances, so that has transferred nicely onto the soccer field. I hadn't played soccer since before Anika was born. We had a fun coed team in MN for a bit.
But, these ladies asked, and I showed up, and the rest is history. And its oh so much fun.
Until Feb 19.
I was so going to score a goal. Really. Matt was there and he agreed. Just me and the goalie. The cleat on the bottom of my left shoe popped off. Yeah, I didn't know that was possible either, but it is. I caught my fall with my right foot, only to have the outside middle cleat pop off of that shoe. Really. Two in one second. On two different shoes. Crazy. My foot folded. I fell. Seriously scraped up my knees and had to be helped off the field. Of course I had to leave promptly because I was in charge of picking the kids up from church and I knew it was going to take FOREVER to get to the van on a foot that didn't work so well. Matt grabbed the keys (he had a game right after ours) and pulled up the van. Driving was interesting - I quickly learned I had to brake with my left foot, but I got to the kids on time!
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| Right foot front, left foot heel |
That night I was quite sure it was broken. My body was in shock... nauseous, short breaths, light headed, etc. But I slept great and could put weight on it in the morning. I could so do this.
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| The morning after, purple on top and swollen |
As the days went on, I was told by many to get it checked out. By now, I was pretty sure it was just sprained. I had biked, been on the elliptical, swam laps. Things were fine. Besides, if it was broken, they just put a boot on you and tell you to keep going. I didn't need a doctor to tell me that. But a few people mentioned that if it was broken and displaced, I was going to have bigger issues down the road.
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| A week later, purple toes, purple arch (bottom of foot) and purple all around |
In comes a little boy at Little Peeps, the program for preschoolers at church on Wednesday night that I was the helper this week. He is an active little thing and knocks over a chair onto said foot. After I crawled back down from the ceiling, I had an epiphany. Matt was taking the kids home from church, I was going to the urgent care.
The urgent care is a story in and of itself, but these pictures tell the rest of the story.
You can now catch me walking through the parking lot with a boot!
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| boot and scraped knees from the fall |
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| To the future! |
