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I crafted the hell out of my costume, then the doctor got to craft the hell out of my ankle.
I stenciled the front and back. Roller Mama. Miss Arthura T. 13. (here is the back:
)) Reconned the whole thing. Skirt from a satin bed ruffle. nice white leather skates FREE, frikkin, FREE from craigslist. I had practiced.
We set out with the four sprouts. Went up and around the block. I was doing fashionably well. Four houses from home. Sprouts whining to get there. One last house. I skated up onto the slightly sloped driveway. hit a pebble, perhaps. lost balance. foot turned to the outside, leg, well, not so much. lets just say it was dangling.
BUT...but, all my fellow crafters, I would have made you proud. calmly, i tell the spouse, i broke my ankle. no, its prolly just twisted. no, really, i heard it snap, i return. please get me some water and something to splint it with. he panicked. i remained cool. cucumberish, even. somehow.
He returns with the car, and a glass of water, and no splint. did i mention the foot dangled. so what's a craftster to do?
i removed my elbow pads and fastened them around my ankle and shored it up from ther bottom with one of the knee pads. on my own thank you very much.
i didnt start crying until we got there and they took some fat old lady back there who was complaining about being hungry who had a little bitty old twisted ankle. HA!
so. 3 days in the hospital. surgery. plates. pins. screws. staples. lots of staples
hey at least i have an interesting story!
and a pretty pink cast!