It Has Been A Hard Week

Not only did we loose all 8 of our chickens to a rascally raccoon Wednesday night but THEN on Saturday we were sorting through the big pile of metal scraps that the previous owner of our house left behind and one of these

a 300+ lb steel I-Beam, tipped over and crushed my foot underneath it. It hurt SO incredibly bad, I really don't think I've ever experienced that much pain before. I had always wondered how people could be in so much pain that it makes them pass out, but now I know. I didn't pass out but got really close several times. Jon took me immediately to the InstaCare to have it looked at and I really wish I could somehow thank the wonderful people who, after seeing me bawling (I was trying so hard not to) graciously told the receptionist to let me go ahead of them. There really are angels everywhere! It turns out that I only have a small break, a chip out of the bridge of my foot, which was such a relief! But I still need to go see an orthopedic doctor this week to take a look at my ligaments and tendons. My foot was crushed pretty badly under the beam and I think that it bruised and stretched all the ligaments in my foot really bad. I hope it is all it is and that I'll be able to get a walking cast soon and not have to use crutches, because really there is NOTHING worse than being on crutches. Oh, wait-- yes there is... being pregnant and on crutches... wait, wait... having an 18 month old to take care of, being 7 months pregnant AND being on crutches.

Yeah... I 'm trying hard not to feel sorry for myself, but it is hard. Especially when my foot still hurts really bad and is swollen so big that I look like I am elephant. It is also REALLY hard to feel useless. I am not able to do anything I normally do and can't really take care of Asher. Jon has been really good about doing things, but I feel so bad putting so much responsibility on him. Tomorrow might be an interesting day for Asher and I when Jon is at work. Luckily, Asher is getting better at listening and following commands so hopefully he will be good and we can just watch movies or something.

Yet, despite the little pity party I am hosting for myself I am SO grateful that it was my foot crushed and not Asher. Asher had been climbing all over the pile of beams Saturday morning and we didn't think twice about it because we thought they were stacked better than they were. I can't imagine what one of those 300 lb beams would have done to his little body. It gives me chills just thinking about it and makes me REALLY grateful that it was just my foot that got hurt. So there is a silver lining to this cloud, but I just really hope that we don't have too many more clouds in our path because I am feeling stretched to my limit. Sob.