First off, let me say, that I really didn't have a bad day. I spent the morning and the evening in the company of one of my very best friends and she fed me breakfast and dinner (yea for no cooking!) I also got to talk to my husband and I even made reservations for our post deployment vacation and ended up saving about $300 on it! So, over all, it was a pretty nice day.
Tonight, however, I'm feeling frustrated and pitiful.
I have two broken feet. Well, technically, I have one broken foot and one hurt foot, but same difference. A few months back (yes, months, as in plural) I managed to step into one of those God-forsaken bead wire thingies and twisted and damaged the tendons on the bottom of my left foot. I was told that until I had 2-3 weeks of rest, I would be in pain and should be in a boot. This is hilarious, really, because my husband is deployed half way around the world and I have two small and precocious children. Rest, ha. Showering daily is a challenge, let's be realistic. I'll rest when I'm dead, for now, I'll just suffer the hurt foot.
As if that wasn't enough, I go and get my pinky toe broken, dislocated, and the adjoining bone fractured on my right foot. This is a good story. Duke did it. Yeah, my
Today both my feet are so swollen that even socks kinda hurt. That's why I'm pitiful. I hate being injured and in pain and I hate that my house is a mess! So there it is. A very lamenting blog post because I needed to get it off my chest. Oh, and here is a picture of my pitiful feet. They were once skinny and pretty, now... not so much.