Oops!

We had a fun - yet short Memorial Day camping trip this year. It was not planned to be short but it ended up that way because I broke my leg. How, you might ask, did I break my leg? The answer is simple: riding (and wrecking) a dirt bike. Why would I be on a dirt bike? Because I really want to learn to ride one well. This was not my first time on dirt bike, by the way. Where was Asher while all of this action was going on? In the trailer taking a nap while my brother-in-law, Gator, was babysitting him. This was the first time I had left the trailer the entire weekend, by the way, and I was only out for about 20 minutes before breaking my leg. After a long trip in the Nephi emergency room we found out that my leg was broken (which I did not see coming - I thought I just sprained my knee or tore some cartilage) and I will need surgery to fix it we decided to come home early. This seemed like the best course of action because I can not walk and therefore can not be left alone with Asher and I am in a considerable amount of pain. So now we wait for the specialist to get off their holiday weekend and decide what to do with me. In the mean time, Jonny is being an excellent husband/nurse/full-time caregiver to Asher. For all you medical friends out there, I have a tibial spine fracture and a comminuted proximal posterior tibial head fracture with a depressed lateral tibial plateau. This just means the big bone in my lower leg is broken into a bunch of pieces right at the top if it by my knee.

HA HA HA from the heavens.