Accidents Happen

I recently broke my foot while walking outside.  I happened to step wrong and roll the foot and ankle which broke the fifth metatarsal on my right foot.  After applying first aid and watching it swell up and bruise, I had an x-ray to confirm the fracture and find out how long the healing process would take.

I couldn’t have a cast applied but the doctor recommended I use crutches and stay off of it until it doesn’t hurt to put pressure on it.  Sure!  This was what some would call “throwing a wrench in the works”.  As a busy mom, I had many duties to complete.  All of these were postponed or handed to other members of the household.  Since it was my right foot, I couldn’t drive a car for two weeks.  Well, at least not safely.  But all of this was bearable.

What really annoyed me the most was answer the popular question, “what happened?”  I would tell the inquisitor that I broke my foot and that was followed by, “how did you do that?”  Yes, it was a simple accident.  I just wished it sounded more exciting than I stepped wrong.  So I sat down and came up with some interesting, if not fictional, reasons I could use as a back story.  Here are some of them:

Sports injury from soccer, baseball, skiing, or skateboarding.

• Motorcycle accident.
• Horseback riding accident.
• Kickboxing match…you should see the other guy.
• Fell from eight foot stilts during a Brazilian carnival.
• Breaking in a door whilst curtailing a hostage situation.
• Climbing Mount Everest, but I made back from the summit with the aid of the Sherpas.
• During a mad dash sprint for first place in a marathon.
• Fending off ninja squirrels trying to raid my bird feeders.

Of course, I can’t really use these as excuses; but I can always dream of excitement when mundane accidents happen.