You can just call the 'Morgan' household an Orthopedic Hospital! Really.
Brent was out playing Lacrosse with some neighborhood kids a couple of weeks ago, ran and slipped off the curb, and sprained his right ankle. His ankle hurt him bad enough and looked disfigured enough that he made a trip to the ER thinking it was broken. X-rays revealed no fracture, thankfully.....but a sprain can hurt just as bad if not WORSE!
He was bedridden for a few days, then retreated to wearing the ankle brace/boot in order to get around
(Thanks, Emily and John!)
Brent and the boot
You can see the boot better here...
Just as Brent's ankle starts to feel better, what happens?
Well, last night I was out running and tried to jump up on the curb in the dark...not a good idea. I twisted my left ankle. Thank God Marcy was with me!
So today I am the one bedridden with an ankle injury.....Ownership of the ankle brace/boot now belongs to me!
The position I've been in for 99% of the day!
Brent, nor I, have sprained an ankle in over a decade....and here we are spraining ankles within 10 days of each other. Ironic, don't you think?