My rec volleyball team was in a tournament today. We were at the end of our 2nd timed game when I went up for a block and came down on someone's foot. I felt my ankle roll and hit the floor plus I felt that lovely pop/snap everyone who rolls their ankle talks about. A few of my teammates were yelling at me to get up so we could finish the game but I knew there would be no getting to my feet. I eventually made my way off the court, with a lot of assistance from Kristen and Karen. By the time I made it to the bleachers my ankle was the size of an orange. Karen told me not to look and I could hear the ladies from the other team say "it just keeps getting bigger!" It wasn't much fun to say the least. I waited with my foot up and ice on it until Dan was done at church and could come get me. All the boys came in with him, Sawyer looked pretty worried. He's not used to seeing his mom hurt. Dan was the hero and carried me out of the gym to the truck. I was a little embarrassed to be carried out but there really wasn't another option, it was too far to hop. Later that night Ross, Kristen and kids brought me crutches and supper. I'm so thankful to have such great family and friends to take care of me! Hopefully, this ankle heals quickly though, I'm not good at lying low...
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