First time for everything...

I have always prided myself on never having a broken bone. 45 years in this world and not one crack, not one chip.  I never was the kind of girl who would get a broken bone, though.  No tree climbing for me.  I was all about some baby dolls and tea parties.  I left the tree climbing to my brother and later, my sister.  Never played sports either.  I stayed in the house, close to Mama.

45 years old with my very first broken bone.  That ankle that I twisted at work last month.  It is indeed fractured.  The base doctors had pretty much done all they could do, including taking x-rays that showed nothing.  It is still swollen and still painful to walk on so they referred me to an ortho surgeon and I had an appointment today.  His x-rays showed a break.  A chip in the bone and then behind the chip, the fracture.  He put me in a most attractive boot cast and hooked me up with a bottle of super duper Motrin.  He also gave me a handicapped parking permit to use while I'm waiting for this thing to heal.  

I don't know how that's going to affect my job.  I'm a co-op and in training and can't very well train on an airplane with a broken foot.  Sigh.