The Injury

Jason called me from the ice rink on Friday night with bad news--at some point during the hockey game, he had gone one way and his ankle had gone another, he heard a pop, and he was unable to put any weight on his right foot. We did spend almost all of Friday night/the wee hours of Saturday morning in the ER, only to finally hear the doctor tell us that he has a broken ankle. He is officially on the injured list.

He's spent the last two days mastering the art of climbing stairs with crutches, elevating his splinted leg, and carefully rationing his pain medicine. We haven't quite got the showering thing down yet, but all in all he's holding up like a trooper. Today he felt well enough to be bored...which is really bad news for me! We're hoping to get into an orthopedist tomorrow to get a cast on this baby and start the 6-8 weeks of healing...and figure out how we are going to handle the next three or four weeks, during which we have three major trips planned. We both covet your prayers over the next few days. How grateful we are for wonderful friends who didn't even hesitate to take us to the ER at midnight and who are already picking nights that they will come bring dinner and entertain Jason!