Right now, I’m nursing a broken heel. For you in the medical community, I fractured my calcaneus. The good news is unlike so many other people, I didn’t end up shattering two other nearby bones. The doctor said I broke it in the best possible place. Chalk it up to all of those years of drinking milk. It does a body good, ya know!
So how did it happen? I went to South Padre Island to see one of my best friends get married. You’ll see the pictures in a previous post. We flew from a snowy Cleveland Hopkins to a sunny Houston and Harlingen. Once we got in the Valley, we checked for a car, but out of five different rental places, none of them had a spare vehicle to rent. My girlfriend struck up a conversation with a couple from Illinois and as luck would have it, they offered us a ride to South Padre Island. Their generosity saved us hundreds of dollars. They were nice people. We offered them $40 but we settled on them taking $20.
Once on the island, we got to check into our hotel and see the Gulf just before dark. We headed over to Wahoo Saloon, said hello to the locals before heading to Amberjacks. The owners remodeled the place and it looks swanky. We had some great food but the dessert was the bread pudding. It was delicious.
The next morning we got to see my friend, Phil. It was simply awesome to see him in person after a year. We got to see Beau’s parents as well. We watched the waves from Wanna Wanna and went back to the hotel to see Beau & Angel. I’m so happy for them and their life together. Friday night was the rehearsal dinner. We caught Angel looking lovingly at Beau. I don’t think she thought anyone was looking but I wasn’t the only person who saw her glance. I raced over to everyone else and before I could say anything they blurted out the same observation.
As luck would have it, it rained during the entire wedding. But as they say, the show must go on. We hurried through the ceremony, at times, you couldn’t even hear the woman officiating. But Angel and Beau were married and it was, in the end, an unforgettable ceremony.
After ironing out all of the rain from my soaked clothes, we went to the reception. It was a intimate affair. At the end of the night, we decided to get into the heated whirlpool. I wanted to see how cold the pool was so I jumped in, I thought it was six foot deep, as luck would have it, it was only three foot deep. I immediately knew something wasn’t right. I couldn’t walk on my foot at all. I nursed it that night, the next morning we needed to catch an early flight. It was Sunday and nothing that had crutches was open. As luck would have it, our last ditch effort, a Walgreens on the way, had crutches, allowing me to manuever through the airport.
After meeting with Phil in Houston, airport workers helped wheel or cart me through the terminal. As luck would have it on our way back to Cleveland, we sat next to a Cleveland Clinic doctor, Dr. Andrew Stephenson, who recommended Dr. Brian Donley. I was able to get into see him yesterday and he gave me the good/bad news. I broke my heel but it wasn’t as bad as it could have been.
As luck would have it, my life isn’t that bad,
Youch! Those pools are dangerous! Miss Nine chipped her adult tooth on the bottom of one once! Mind you, it will give you an excuse to have people wait on you now! Rofl!
Never jump in a pool. Toss someone in first…
It’s always something Taawdly. I’m glad it’s not worse!!!! Get well. Glad you had fun at the wedding!
should’ve done a cannon ball.
OUCH. I’ve heard of broken toes, but not broken heels. I guess you can break just about anything.