Tuesday, May 29, 2012
I'm bedridden, with a broken foot.
Broken foot. How do you break a foot? Well, I just did a dramatic ladylike tumble in the living room, both hands holding things I didn't want to drop. Whoops, major damage on the ball of my foot, four broken toes (all but the Big Piggy) that bent back towards the top of my foot.
It is so creepy.
This happened on May 10, thank you for asking. I was put in an immobilizing boot in the emergency room, but it was so uncomfortable, I switched to a yummy, perfect cast a few days later. That's the cast in the picture. I was allowed to choose a color, and I picked pirate black. Yarrgh!
Oh, and also in the picture? Mama's got a brand-new wheelchair. Not the kind you can self-propel, though, so "somebody" is constantly shoving me to the bathroom, blush. I'm not allowed to bear weight on the broken foot (though it just keeps happening by accident when I'm trying not to break my other foot getting up from the toilet).
Cranky is pleased with my spirits throughout this whole thing, even though he's the one doing all the shopping, cooking, cleaning. I can be in good spirits, but the truth is I expect complications when the cast comes off.
That will be sometime in the second half of June.
You know what would have lifted my spirits? If I'd had a camera when I visited the podiatrist. He took off the boot, and my foot was a riot of zombie colors. Green, black, purple and hot pink. Swear to god, hot pink.
Yeah, that made me feel better already.
Posted by cookiecrumb at 3:45 PM