Crybaby

That's me. Yesterday while I was in the goat pen, Solomon decided that he was having a clingy afternoon and needed to be held constantly and no-matter-what. Okay, I can do that. Well, it all started at a point when I tried acquainting the bucks and does by opening the gate between the pens. The does and Jarlath (not who I want to breed them to, even if they were ready) started doing this head-butting flirtatious thing. Tripoli, being too young to go into rut just yet and already nervous from his move and weaning, was really having a tough time. So, I decide the little experiment is done. I try to get a doe in her pen (still holding Solomon, can't see where I'm stepping) and suddenly the ground falls out from under me--or so it seemed. Somehow on my way down, I managed to twist both ankles, but keep Solomon safe from the posts, rocks, and metal surrounding us.

All of a sudden, I have does, dogs, and children all on top of me, and I can't breathe. I'm hyperventilating and crying like a baby because one ankle in particular feels as though it would hurt less had it been sawed off! Yeah, this did wonders for calming Tripoli down! Samuel, being my big boy listened and followed my every instruction and was a tremendous help for the next hour or so. He took Solomon from me, led the kids to the barn door, and got the does, dogs, and his siblings out of the barn. I was able to scramble up and close the gate between the two pens, and hold on to the side of the barn while going to open up the girls' pen. Samuel helped get the does and dogs in while keeping Shiphrah & Solomon out. He helped me walk to the house on a leg that didn't want to work. Then, he helped get Shiphrah & Solomon in front of a movie, so they would stop hovering over me. I got some advil and frozen broccoli and made my way to the couch. Samuel got a stool and the phone for me, and then went back and dialed the numbers to call Daddy. (The hand-held part of the phone has several buttons that don't work, so we always dial on its cradle). This took several attempts, as he's never dialed a phone before and couldn't find the numbers fast enough for that woman with the obnoxious voice to tell me that I hadn't dialed a real number!

David came home, and after checking me out, called Coach Z. With his years of experience coaching, I've seen him diagnose kids' injuries correctly when the trainer was wrong. He suspected a break. Great. So we spent 3 hours in the ER waiting to get X-rayed. I wish I had taken the pumice stone to my feet and the razor to my legs a little more recently...

Anyhow, nothing is broken. They offered me pain meds that I didn't want, and an air cast that was supposed to help the only thing I don't need help with. (It wasn't a side to side twist, but a front to back over-stretch or something). It still hurts like the dickens and I'm crazy tired today. Whodathunk a little fall with no real injury could cause such a stir. Only for a crybaby, I suppose.