Coordination

Coordination...that is a word my family doesn't have to seem much of. Colton knows how little of this he has, especially since he has broken four bones in fours years. The fact that I have fallen off a treadmill, got whiplash skiing and still have a bruise six weeks later from rolling out of my bed and pinning myself between my own body weight and the foot board screams that I have none either. Dawson is still questionable, but I always thought my hubby had it. He is agile, he is good at sports, fast, made it through the fire academy. Except for the fact that his body is feeling the effects of growing older, I thought he was fine. Thought being the key word.

Sunday morning I ran out to get the end of the school supplies. Not even twenty minutes into my trip I get the call, "I think my foot is broken." Okay... He goes on to tell me that while WALKING he caught his little toe on the wall and heard a crack. Now we have all stubbed a toe, so at this point my sympathy meter is running pretty low. So, I finish my errands and come home.

When I get home, I look at his foot, and I will admit it looked a little swollen and was starting to bruise, but I still could not imagine it was broken. He walked into a wall for criminey sakes. Since we already had the day planned and I am married to such an amazing guy, he said he would put off going to get x-rays and we could play out the day. Oh, I forgot to mention, our day was to take the light rail to the Diamondbacks game, walk a whole bunch and be gone for a number of hours.

So, with pain meds on board, we headed out. He hobbled on to the light rail, hobbled in to the stadium and to the seats. We watched the game, the boys had fun, the foot continued to swell. By the time we left, it looked pretty bad. Now he wasn't hobbling so much as hopping of the good foot, gripping his fists and swearing under his breath.

When we got to urgent care for x-rays, we didn't have to wait for them to be read. There, clear as day, was a break at the base of the toe inside the foot and another small fracture further up the toe. The docs at urgent care didn't know much about this so today we went to an orthopedic podiatrist. It turns out he is 1mm away from surgery. His toes are buddy wrapped, he has a boot and crutches and is off work for a minimum of six weeks.

So, there it is, my hubby isn't coordinated. I figure anyone who can say they broke their foot walking through their hall and turning too sharp into the kitchen does not get to claim coordination any more. But I still love him and think he is pretty amazing!