Well, in this case, not my bones.... but Bills. When his foot slid a little on that stone the other day, that sprain he suffered the other day turned out to be....
A broken bone in his ankle...
Bill drove the 456 miles from Alamo, Tx up to Celeste's place near Glen Rose, Tx. We stayed in an RV park near San Antonio one night and that had pull-through sites so we didn't even have to un-hook. Driving wasn't a problem, but he couldn't put weight on that foot at all and the swelling hadn't gone down even with ice packs. We got to Celeste's around 2pm yesterday and by 2:30 were on our way to the urgent care center in Granbury.
After 2 hours (some wait... a few minutes with the doctor... and x-rays) the doctor said that while he wasn't a radiologist he could tell that Bill had a fracture .... the very tip of the fibula was broken off. This kind of fracture doesn't require a cast, but Bill should be wearing a walking cast (one of those boot-like contraptions). There was no place in the area to get one at 5pm on Friday afternoon, but he'll get one on Monday.
Right now he's got an ankle stabilizer strapped on and is using my Lek walking stick to hobble around. It'll just take a few weeks (or months?) to heal and he'll be good as new. Funny thing was... when the doctor looked at the x-rays, he noticed some bone chips that had been there a while. Bill broke the same ankle about 25 years ago... guess old injuries have a way of showing up again later.
All should be fine... with a little time and patience..... meanwhile Bill gets to have a new adventure... driving one of those motorized carts around in Wal-Mart.
That's All For Today!