Last weekend I was working with a volunteer group painting in the high school. When I was supporting the base of the ladder someone asked me a question about what to paint next, so I stepped back to get a full view of the wall. In that moment the painter and the ladder started to fall; I guess I was thinking I could catch the momentum…I ran to the ladder, but all that happened was that the painter and ladder both fell on top of my left ankle.

I felt bad because it was totally my fault. The painter was a little shaken up, but no real injuries. My foot hurt, but I was able to walk on it fine, and I figured it would get better with ice…Unfortunately I was wrong. My foot continued to swell throughout the next few days…just getting bigger and bigger.

When telling people the story and showing them my foot early last week, I got a lot of different advice including getting an anti-inflammatory injection that the dentist (THE DENTIST?) was going to bring in…Although I’m told most antibiotics here are given via injection here, so that’s normal…but it just sounds intense to me.

Tuesday I went to the doctor, and he was also shocked at how big my foot was. You can see in some of the pictures a little bit what it looked/looks like, but I feel like it doesn’t do justice. The outside of my foot was like a stress ball…you push the skin down (pretty far), and when you pull back your fingers, it takes a long time for the skin to go back into position.





















There’s not a broken bone, but the doctor was worried about the amount of blood in my foot that was pooling up which might cause an infection. That said, I was given 3 days to be at home (Wednesday-Friday), icing my foot 3 times a day, some medication, and keeping my leg elevated at all times. I read some magazines, watched a lot of “The Office” episodes, and relaxed in my pajamas. Since I’m not in much pain, it definitely made it easier to be home.

Saturday was my first day out of the house. I was careful about how much I was on my feet and did things like walked slower and took the bus where I normally walk. Unfortunately, at the end of the day on Saturday my foot was really swollen again. So Sunday was a day of rest, and today (Monday) is as well. Please be in prayer for the continued healing of my leg...and friends are coming to visit on Friday…

Random note: I was talking to my sister last week and told her I was “home.” She thought I meant in Michigan, but I was referring to being at my house in Honduras. I feel comfortable and I feel at home with my Honduran family.