Broken bones, oh no!

On Good Friday, my mom fell and tumbled. The next morning she was hobbling around with an ice pack under a tensor bandage on her foot. She was sore everywhere. When I called her on my way home from work, I asked how her foot was. She said it actually hurt more than earlier in the day. I suggested that she should get it checked out. So my mom and dad went to Centenary Hospital saturday night. In typical long weekend fashion, the wait in the emergency room was crazy. After 5 hours, she came home with some crutches declaring that she had a cracked bone on the top of her foot. Yikes! There was no one on staff at the time to put a cast on, so she has to go back today at 4pm and see a specialist on Wednesday. It looks like her golf season will be on hold until she's back on her feet 100%. (Right now she's trying to convince me that she doesn't need the cast...I'm trying to tell her that her foot will heal faster if it's immobilized in a cast. The next 6 weeks are going to be hell...)