Pity Party…

Right now the old tune “it’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to” is playing over and over in my head. It’s not often that I feel defeated or sorry for myself, but this is definitely one of those times.

Remember nine weeks ago when I shared with y’all that I had sprained my ankle?

Yes I'm having a pity party...ankle surgery.

Then four weeks ago told you that in fact my ankle is broken and not sprained?

Yes I'm having a pity party...ankle surgery.

Well one week ago the news got worse.

Yes I'm having a pity party...ankle surgery.

It turns out that the hard cast didn’t do the trick – that in fact my ankle didn’t heal one bit in three weeks time. I was informed that I need surgery – two screws need to be added to stabilize my ankle.To say that I was devastated is an understatement…I became hysterical. Not just a little crying jag, but full on uncontrollable sobbing where I couldn’t catch my breath. My Honey Bee had only seen me this inconsolable one time in our 33 years together…I think I freaked him out a little bit. He tried everything he could to comfort me and console me. Through my hysteria I’m pretty sure he agreed to take me to Italy to convalesce after surgery.

We left the doctor’s office and my Honey Bee said “What can I do to make this better?” Without skipping a beat I said “I want ribs, Krispy Kreme hot donuts and red wine!” Now, I didn’t gorge on all of this at the same time, but they were consumed during our evening at home as I strategized…what’s next.

Yes I'm having a pity party...ankle surgery. Yes I'm having a pity party...ankle surgery.Yes I'm having a pity party...ankle surgery.I’m typically very strong and live by a “suck it up” attitude…I mean c’mon – I walked on a broken ankle for five weeks before going to the doctor. I’m so upset because the timing in my life couldn’t be worse. Jennifer’s wedding is October 4th. There is still so much planning and last minute prepping that we are frantically working on. Not to mention the Grand event itself. I don’t want to detract from her most special day and I certainly don’t want to be on crutches!

So, I allowed my Pity Party to last that one night. I took a hot bath in what I refer to as my Magical Tub. I cried some more, drank some more wine,and I got over myself. In the grand scheme of life, this isn’t the end of the world. I can still be productive and make things happen. I can still be creative. I can still be with my only child on her most special day. I will get better.

Yes I'm having a pity party...ankle surgery.So…party over. No more self pity. But…”You would cry too if it happened to you.”

We hope to still blog each day Monday through Friday. Jennifer departed for Ireland yesterday, my surgery is today. If we miss a day…don’t worry – we will make it up to you later :)

Comments

  1. says

    Oh Vicki I’m sorry you have to have surgery now!! I hope all goes well today. I have no doubt that you could get twice as much work done from a hospital bed than any other person could do uninjured, and you’ll have everything done for the wedding with time to spare. And if you still have a cast or crutches at the wedding, just bedazzle that sucker and roll with it! You’ll be a gorgeous MOTB no matter what! (p.s. even in your misery you are flipping hilarious!!) I hope Jennifer has a good trip and I’ll be thinking of you today hoping all goes well!!

  2. says

    Thinking of you today girlfriend!! Sorry you are going through this, and hoping that your recovery is quick after you get that ankle repaired today. The wedding will go on as planned and a glam MOB dress will cover any issues. Been there friend, and sending you all good wishes :-) Bwg ~~~

  3. says

    Miss Vicki, I cracked up reading this and can relate to how you were feeling. We all need a pity party once in a while and I think you made some great choices. Wine and Crispy Cremes ….Yes Please. Thinking great thoughts for you today and picturing you dancing at Jennifer’s Wedding.

  4. says

    when my daughter was 3 she fell off a chair and broke her arm, I asked her what mommy could do to make her feel better and she looked at me with tears in her blue eyes and said “just hug me and say poor baby, poor baby.”
    Today I send you hugs and a couple of poor babies. I hope you heal and feel better soon!

  5. says

    mmmmmm, wow very sexy plastercast and cute toes xoxox i like the cool collor from your plastercast foot wow xo from lieven.

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  1. […] I know a lot of you have been wondering what’s been going on with us over here at 2 Bees. We truly appreciate your love, concern and well wishes. If you’re a regular reader you know that I broke my ankle back in June followed by subsequent surgery in August. You can read that post here. […]