Houston...We have a problem

This weekend, the one I was dreading working all weekend long for family has come and gone but still lingers with me. Thursday and most of Friday we were without any electricity due to a tropical storm. After that blew away our internet still acted wonky but no worries Jacks and I were going to spend the night at Gs and create a master piece of art work out of stone slabs. I had wanted to do this project and watched for months as the stones sat in the back yard, finally as a mother’s day/ grandparents day gift I opted to lay the stones with, Jacks help of course. Saturday morning we both woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs and biscuits, I was starving, we both ate quickly to beat the suns heat. We had our pattern down and worked diligently until mid afternoon -- more food was needed. Then back to laying the stones until dinner time. Just before sunset we had finished doing 80 percent of the work and were pleased with the results. I wanted a shower and rest but we needed to move some smaller stones to the other side of the pool, fine…until. As I was crossing the corner of the pool (which had a cover on it) I had a load of 50 to 60 pounds of rocks in my arms, I miss judged my step, the ball of my right foot made the edge of the pool but not the heel, my ankle gave way and I fell. Trying my best not to drop a rock in the pool or on anyone I held on to them landing on the concrete. I heard Jacks scream “Mark!!” and my G and PG came running to me. I was trying my best to get up on my own steam, I kept saying “let me walk it off” I couldn’t stand on my right foot and already began to swell twice the size. So off we raced to the hospital to get it X-rayed, I kept saying how sorry I was for being so clumsy. G just told me to hold the ice on it until we made it there. Luckily it was a hairline fracture, which meant a walking cast and those stupid crutches for at least 2 to 3 weeks. I wasn’t please with myself and still not, after all the commotion I remembered I left my cell phone at home. Now I couldn’t talk to Amy which angered me more. Finally late Sunday night we were able to speak for a little while and I explained to her my stupid ness and that it was nothing to worry about. (I know my brother Jacks and his drama messages to her). Now I sit and sit and sit and there isn’t any field work, my job is going to go to pot………..