Last Monday, I had an accident where I fell at my very first roller derby practice. I wasn't even on the skates for twenties minutes before I fell and broke my leg and my ankle. I know.. I don't have the best luck.

That night, (Monday night) I was take the ER where I found out that it was in fact broken. I though the doctors where just messing with me. There was no way it was broken! I had never broken a bone in my body. Well, there is a first for everything. That same night they "reset" my leg and by 4 a.m. I was able to go home.

During my time at home waiting for my surgery day, I had so many friends come by to make sure I was okay. I felt truly blessed and grateful. Folks going out of their way to check on me, make sure I have plenty of food, and necessary equipment to help me get around with ease. Coworkers, family, and friends dropped what they were doing to assist me without the slightest hesitation. I am surrounded by such amazing people.

Friday morning I had my surgery. Just like my broken bones- I had never had surgery before. So I was pretty nervous. I don't remember a thing about the actual surgery. I do remember sitting up in my bed in the pre-operation room and watching them mark which leg was having surgery and thinking "there is a cast on that leg... why do they have to mark it? The cast is a dead give away.." Nonetheless, I woke up being rolled into another room where i waited for the doctor and physical therapist. Which neither showed until the next morning.

So they kept me overnight. Which was kinda spooky, but there was a marathon of Jurassic World and Harry Potter so I was good. After the physical therapist and doctor saw me they cleared me to go home. But get this! My Aunt, who had been with me during my duration at the hospital, was about to take me home but had a flat tire. We had to wait till after AAA came out to fit her flat before I could go home! Seriously... this is such my luck.

Now I am happily back in my apartment with much needed medication and video games. I do miss my boys, Brandon and Carter, and getting to wake up with Shreveport/ Bossier City every morning, but I am hoping my healing process with be fast. Especially with Operation Santa Claus right around the corner.

Thank you to everyone who has sent sweet thoughts and prayers my way, and thank you to everyone who has shown their support one way or another. I am very grateful and thankful for every inch of kindness people have shown me. I sincerely appreciate it.

I can't wait to be behind the mic again at K945 which won't be till after the 16th per doctors orders..