My tough 6 foot 1 hubby has broken his right foot. Seems kickball was a bit too rough this week and as he was sliding home, some player threw a ball at him which somehow made him kick the ground thus shattering some bones in his foot. Of course, we didn't find this out until last night at Urgent Care. My hero went to work yesterday, I am not sure how since he could barely walk. I guess he thought since I refuse to go to the doctor for my stomache he would refuse to go for his foot. But there is a big difference the doctors don't ever help me and he his foot may be damaged. But by midday yesterday, he agreed he should go have a doctor look at his foot and told me he would go to Urgent Care near his work. He called me about 7pm and said he needed to come home and have me drive him to the doctor so they can put a splint on his foot. So back to urgent care we go. We left with a perscription, two new crutches, bandaged foot in a splint and a xray that we had to check out to...
One momma's experiences in the City of Angels.