My husband broke his ankle just over a month ago. He was here, fighting with a large branch caught between the rocks. The branch won. He slipped on the rocks and went in the creek. It's a mystery to me how he managed to get back up the hill to the house.
|It's broken here. Fibula.|
|For weeks now, he's been here. Except ours is green.|
|He gets there with this.|
Like I said. It's been a long month, but we have progressed to a boot instead of a cast and are slowly making progress. I'll be back to blogging soon.