It's Wednesday - finally!

Ohhh I have *so* been looking forward to today. Today I get a new cast! Because of the swelling in my ankle, this one has become really loose and incredibly uncomfortable. I ran out of pain medication on Monday, so the last few days have been pretty crappy for me.

I took this picture yesterday that I am really proud of:



I tried a new spot and a new background - I like it! I love how the details show up... these hearts are available in my etsy shop if you're curious :)

A little update

I wish I could say things are better now than they were when I made my previous post... but alas. I went back to the hospital yesterday and got a "real" cast, but I still have to go back in one week. Due to the swelling I have this cast will get loose so I will have to have it replaced. They haven't ruled out surgery yet, and they say I will have a cast for 6-8 weeks and then I will have to have some physical therapy.

I've decided to go to the police station today, at least to make a statement. My sister in law is going to take me - she was a main witness. I am undecided as of yet on pressing charges. The thought of having to go to court and having this dominate my life even further for a while is rather depressing and I'm not ready to decide if that is what I want. It seems that I have a fight on my hands, whether I like it or not. The girl who did this seemed remorseful at first, but that seems to have quickly faded and I've since learned that she may have been convicted of this same offense before.

I called the bar where everything occured yesterday morning and spoke to the owner who took down my number and said he would call me back. After I left the hospital yesterday I actually went in and attempted to try and speak with the manager or owner of the bar, but was turned away. I can't believe that they turned away a girl with a huge cast on! Apparently, they have heard many different stories and that is all they would say. I don't really think it matters whose story is correct, because they had only one bouncer working (on the busiest night I have ever seen at this particular bar no less) and he wasn't even in the bar, he was downstairs by the door. I'm fairly certain that they were over capacity and the lack of security is sickening. What would have happened if I had been injured even worse, or died? What if it happens again? I still haven't even gotten my promised return phone call.

The thing that bothers me the most about this whole thing is how it effects my son. I can't take care of him during the day, he has been with his Oma since Saturday. I guess he started pulling up on the furniture, and I missed it. What else am I going to miss? His first words, his first steps? What if his first word is Oma? He came home last night to sleep in his own bed and his Oma came back to pick him up this morning and he was reaching for her and didn't want to sit with me. I don't think I can bear this for 6-8 weeks. My mother in law has poly cystic liver disease, so she can't take care of him full time because she is very sick, which means I am going to have to put him in daycare with strangers. To top it off, I'm not exactly sure where we are going to come up with money for childcare. It's been hard enough already with prescriptions, crutches, and Matt having to take time off work.

Aaaaaaaaaanyways, I didn't mean for this to turn into a big complain fest. I've been trying really hard to not let this get me down too much, but the anger that I've been trying to squash is just not squashing very well today.

Oh, but I did get a pink cast! The ONE awesome thing about all of this :)



I will update again soon, when I know more about what is going to happen. In the meantime, I want to try to get back to my regular activities as best as I can. Just for fun, here are a few pics of us before we left home on Saturday night, all dressed up and ready for fun dancing times.

A little bit of unfortunateness.

Well.. I have a bit of icky news. I went out on Saturday night to a local bar for Indie Pop Night and to celebrate a good friend's going away party, and somehow ended up in the very wrong place at the wrong time!

It ended up that I was accidently in the middle of a big brawl, yikes! I happened to be walking back to where I was dancing after going to the washroom and I guess there was a girl dancing who got her hair pulled, turned around to punch whoever did it, and I happened to be the first person she saw. Not sure who pulled her hair (it was NOT me!), but it ended up that I fell down and hurt my ankle really bad. Then all of a sudden everyone on that corner of the room was fighting. I couldn't move or get out of the crowd on top of me, and couldn't get my husband's attention and there weren't any bouncers to be found. Thank god for good friends and tough sister in laws. I don't go out much, so I'm really sad that this is how my evening ended... and more sad that now I can't walk!

I went to the ER yesterday after toughing it out at home for a day and a half thinking I had a bad sprain, and they gave me an X-Ray. My ankle is broken in two places - at first they thought I would have to have surgery, but it ended up not being necessary (thank god!). I got a temporary cast because my foot was so swollen they wouldn't fit me with a permanent one, so this afternoon I have to go back and get another put on. I'm hoping they can give me a pink one :)

Anyways, I'm just writing this because I want you all to know that I can't walk so I can't accomplish much in the next little while.. and maybe you could all give me some good vibes that it heals quickly? I am so busy all the time and I'm more frustrated than anything that I can't move around! I hate sitting on my butt all day, but I guess I should take a break when it is offered to me... lol. The thing that makes me the most sad is that I can't take care of Jude and am going to have to get child care for him during the day. He changes so much from day to day and week to week that I am really upset about possibly having to miss a lot of his little moments.

Anyways to close this off, here at least is a fun video of us dancing to one of my favorite Death from Above songs before all the mess!