cast me off into exile

This was entirely unexpected yet totally expected at the same time.

First off, I’m fine. It’s not as bad as it looks – just a broken foot.

How’d this happen? Well, I’ve kind of been a bad girl. My left foot has been bothering me since before Barcelona, and I know enough about the anatomy of my feet to know it was likely a stress fracture. Armed with that knowledge, I promptly did absolutely nothing. I walked on it, hopped around like a kangaroo, jumped when commanded to do so by the House of Pain (ooh, irony), and basically lived my life ignoring the fact that there was an ever-increasing amount of pain radiating from my left foot at all times.

This past week was really bad. I couldn’t put any weight on my foot without wincing in pain, and relaxing my foot in any way made me make very undignified whimpering noises, if not outright agonized cries. You’d think I’d finally be smart enough to see a doctor, but nope – that is not how we do things around here, young lady. It wasn’t until this afternoon when I tripped in the samosa shop, both stubbing and landing heavily on my damaged foot, that the pain finally made me cry actual tears. Taking my tears as a sign, we went to the ER and five long, long, LONG hours later, here I am with a foot that graduated from stress fracture to full-on real fracture.

knee high casts, so hot right now

I may not be in the cast or on crutches forever – I have to see an orthopaedic guy who will determine my fate. The cast is a bit of overkill, but the doc decided it was necessary when he learned I have a history of a) stress fractures, and b) making really bad decisions. I wasn’t at all confident I could keep an air cast on, so I get one that can’t be removed. It’s like putting a cone on a dog. This is my cone. It is weird.

Also, crutches suck. Hopefully I can get the OK to work from home next week – if not, I’ll need to leave for the office soon. If I’m lucky, I’ll get there by Tuesday if I start now.

I’m pretty pissed that I’m gonna have to miss tomorrow’s piñata making class, though. I’ve been looking forward to that for weeks.

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