Friday, September 26, 2008
Misstep is an understatement here. Maybe a duh huh blonde moment might cover it. Early Tuesday morning I broke my foot - going up the stairs. I missed the first step. I heard a crack and thought I might be in a bit of trouble. The pain was like when you stub your toe on something really hard. I just sort of sat down and waited for the pain to get better. All that lovely deep breathing from child birth always comes in handy. Amazingly enough it actually works. By the time I made it upstairs my foot was starting to swell and bruise. A trip to the emergency room was in my future.
I decided to wait till about two a.m. or so as I figured the wait would not be too bad. It is bad enough being hurt, but to see other people sick and suffering is haunting. Takes me days to get over it. So I sat down and did a couple sheets of fabric paper, straightened up my studio and bagged all the packages I needed to get out. A quick hop in the shower, shave those legs and off to the emergency room by three o'clock.
Good news no wait I am the only one there. Bad news I did break my foot. Crummy E.R. doctor. He said they would give me a hard sole shoe and sent me to a orthopedic surgeon. The E.R. doctor last words were "just be sure you see him within a week." Lucky me I know an orthopedic foot guy who has taken care of one of my boys. I called him when the office open and he said come on in.
Bad news - spiral break, no weight on it for at least a month. I wonder what walking around in a hard sole shoe for a week might have done to it? If doesn't heal right a metal plate. Well, I am sending out healing thoughts and vibes, my foot will heal right, no weight and it will all be over soon. I am limited in motion, and what I can do.