I just can back from a week in St. John. It was so much fun!!! Mike and I went with 6 other people and rented house with a fantastic view. A friend put the trip together and did a wonderful job. The people there are all so nice. (Except one nurse in the clinic there.)
I sprained my ankle on the second day - no, no drinking, 8:00 am in the morning, probably no coffee. I fell off ONE STEP. I heard my ankle crack big time for about 10 seconds and I must have yelled, because everone came running. I don't remember that. I've never done any thing like that before. Someone made the comment that there were no bones protruding - I think I couldn't have handled that... We all went to the "ER" and the x-ray machines don't work on Tuesday and Thursday. They wanted me to take a ferry to St. Thomas and go to the ER there - an all-day affair, on a bad foot. No thanks! I never knew if it was broken or not until I got home week later. It was swollen and numb, thank goodness. What a way to put a damper on the trip. The nurse said my friends needed to leave because it was going to take too long, but she implied they were troublemakers. They probably were. Crutches and all, we had lots of laughs.