Broken

In the driveway either side of the car was ice
but it was one small step from it to a snow bank
and safety.

Carefully stepped out onto the ice
turned slightly to shut the door
and before I knew it one foot
slid beneath the other and down I went.

Tried to stand
couldn’t
thought it was a bad sprain
bummed it backwards up the snow bank
minus 14o temps.

Thankfully we had a downstairs half bathroom
I (didn’t) sleep on the couch all night
for the pain.
Next day there was an angry red rash
creeping up my shin so a friend took
me to the local ER.

“You need to go to town dear.”
The doctor said and gave me a shot of morphine.
“However did you handle all that pain?”
(Women do, when they are convinced it’s not that bad)

Had to go by ambulance to another hospital
where the surgeon told me I’d broken
tib and fib and it was the worst type of break
I could do right across the ankle. Needed an
op and then permanent metal plate and screws
to hold it all together.

Now,
I dread winter’s arrival
because to get anywhere here for at least
four whole months most of it is walked
on ice.

People ask how on earth I didn’t know
it was broken.
Didn’t I hear it crack?

No,
I didn’t hear a snap but now
fear it happening again from the moment
the snow arrives until it leaves again
at the end of April

No, I didn’t hear the crack
but every step I take in winter re-live
over and over the sickening moment
that it happened
and,
feel sick to my stomach
with fear.

~*~

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*That’s not my ankle but, it shows where I did the breaks. I had about 6 staples going up the inside ankle bone and about 12 on the outside. Was in 4 different casts because it took longer to heal and was in a wheelchair for over 4 months. Took a full six months before I could walk with two canes. I’m so thankful though that I could walk at all.  Even though I use steel grippers on the bottom of my boots sometimes they fail to ‘grip’ … I’m really not a coward but, my stomach does somersaults through fearing falling and breaking anymore bones now.
If I’m (mom’s) out of action, most everything grinds to a halt here…lol
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