I called my husband that afternoon at the end of my rope. For months I’d been dealing with health issues with no clear solutions. I’d been going to one doctor for digestive problems and another for an itchy rash that had broken out on my entire face. The rash had just found its way to my eyes, causing discomfort pretty much all of the time. And, then, that afternoon we realized my daughter had lice. Again.
To clear my mind, that evening after dinner I decided to go for a run with my dog. About a mile in, I came off a curb with a slight stumble, and as I did so, I heard a sound that reverberated within my body: crack. I soon realized that I couldn’t put any weight on my ankle, so I sat on the curb calling my husband again, while my dog happily licked the tears off my face. A trip to the ER confirmed my hearing: I had broken my ankle.
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