Oh how things sometimes go. Last Saturday, Greg and I were gearing up for a long day of softball tournaments. We were playing on a coed team for Riverfest and were looking forward to a fun filled day. Then it is all cut short. A girl from the other team hits a rocket to right field. Our right fielder fields a great ball and goes to throw out a guy at 2nd. Greg is covering second the ball tips off the top of his mitt and strikes him in the shin. We just think it's going to be a sore spot until.........he can't get up and walk it. He is helped off the field still telling us that it is going to be fine he just needs to walk on it a little. We bat a couple of times and he is still in a lot of pain and can't put any weight on it. He tells me in the dugout, I think it's broke. So I ask him if he wants to go to the ER. Him being the person he is says no that we need to finish the game. So I go back to the field as catcher and a guy gets up and tips the underneath side of the ball straight off the bat onto my forehead. I kind of had an out of body experience and said to myself. Man that must have hurt whoever it hit. Then I realize it's me and I grab my forehead. The ump says........Is there blood and if any of you know me you will find my response very funny....With all seriousness I say.......I SURE hope not and slowly move my hand. Sure enough.....NO BLOOD....THANK GOD. But I have a killer headache and am very dizzy. My team is now gathered around me and the ones that know me are saying......Toni, you can cry. I said OH it's not that bad. Trying to play it off. So I try to stand.....that's a no go and a very good friend of mine says SIT DOWN....so I kind of do.....to which she replies....ALL THE WAY DOWN on your butt.....So I do and we joke a little and I tell everyone that I am fine and we can play. Our pitcher pitches a few and I start coughing and gagging. The ump comes back and stands right in front of me.......Are you feeling sick? I said......um a little to which I started crying. He told me get off the field and go to the ER. I told him I was fine and they still tried to convince me to leave. Once again if you know me you know that I stayed in the game. We get beat and are moving to the other field to which Greg can't walk still and a girl from another team tells us the golf cart is coming to get us. Greg doesn't want to go and he is telling everyone he is fine. A good friend of ours says. "We will be fine. You guys go to the ER." So we get a ride to the truck and we head that way.
So now we are in the truck. I am driving.....with a concussion mind you.....and talking on the phone trying to find out from my sister where the nearest minor ER is. She is directing us there. Then says......"do you want us to meet you there." to which I cry a little and say....if you want to. (because I know that she has a babyshower to go to for our cousin). I get off the phone with her and am feeling a little funny when the phone rings......HELLO.......Mom says....how's softball going to which I reply....fine until Greg broke his leg and I got a concussion. Then the concern in mom's voice comes in and she says......Where are you....I say driving to the ER.....she said....WHO is driving.....I said I AM.....To which mom says call me when you get there and hangs up. (This is funny to me because if you are familiar with me you know that at any moment I might pass out and never know it was coming, however since I have a standard Greg wasn't a choice to drive and our team was supposed to be playing another game, so there was no other choice).
We get to the ER....sure enough Greg's leg is broke and he is NOT happy about it and I have a concussion. The end up giving both of us lortab for the pain thus making neither of us be able to drive. My sister gets the honor of doing so and I find out that mom and dad are on their way to the ER as well. So my sister takes us to her house where we wait for mom and dad and they come and bring us back to my house.
Then Greg has a follow up on Monday and they do another xray. The Dr thinks it could just be a bone bruise and we go back for an MRI. Wednesday we go back to have the MRI read and it is confirmed Greg tibia is broken and it's in a Y shape. The protacal for that is full leg cast. However, the Dr compromises with a full leg splint. Greg is still in a lot of pain and has to wear the splint for 3 weeks.
So needless to say it has been an exciting week. School is done and I am off for the summer and Greg and I get to spend sometime together since he won't be working. Keep us in your prayers.
Oh and I have the best family in the world. My sister and BIL come to the ER, mom and dad come to my sisters then back here to the house, My SIL offers to come get us if she needs to (it's an hour drive for her to come get us), my uncle called on Monday to check on us, Drew texts to make sure we are okay and then says some things to make me cry, and my brother gives us a hard time about being whimps and old (which means he cares).
Thank you all for your concern, it really shows that we are loved. Mari, sorry that I was the cause for Mom and Dad and Neta and Don not being able to make your babyshower.
