Good morning everyone. Good morning. First of all, I want to say we missed you guys last

week, but I have a patient over here. That would be me. I fail folks and broke my left

fibula. I'm 51 years old. I have never had a broken bone in my body. I was running from

our pool house to the main house. It started raining and as only a Nashville it will do

like it's pouring water out of a bucket to create this sauna effect that we live in.

I slid on the stone around the pool trying to get into the house and fail and broke my

left fibula. It was pouring down rain. I could not move. My granddaughter Chloe saw me fall

from the family room and she came running out and sat with me as I was crying because this

was hurting so bad. She said, Papa, Papa, what do I do when I said go get mama? She went

Julie, of course, always working with stocking the refrigerators and stuff in the garage.

She said, Mama, calm, hurry, it is bad. I said, what is it? As a six year old bad is not always

bad. I walked in and there he had actually made his way halfway in the door. Folks, I crawled

on one leg. I looked in his right leg, honestly, worse than his left because the back of it was

already bruising and the ankle was swelling. Then his left ankle was swelling. Those of you who

know me know that I'm always like, you're okay, you're going to be fine. I really thought it was

just like a spring ankle. That's what I thought it was. I said, okay, let me get you to the

bed. I got him to the bed. He could not put any weight on it. I started looking at it and then

above his ankle, there was this bulge and I was like, oh my gosh, this is not good. I had to

remain calm because those of you who know Todd knows that if I'm not calm, he's not calm.

It's a broken leg. You didn't know that at the time. I knew in my body, my body was telling me

your temple has been violated. Oh my gosh. So I was texting with his doctor and they're like,

his doctors says, go to the walking clinic. So we get him in the car, we get to the walking

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