I've been walking with my neighbor/co-worker every evening after work. We started maybe a month and a half ago. About 3 weeks ago while walking with Cassie I felt a strange pop/burning sensation. The next day my right ankle was swollen. I walked on that thing for 3 WEEKS limping and feeling a lot of popping and burning. My foot continued to swell. Wednesday after work, while getting out of my van, I stepped wrong on that same foot and knew something was wrong. Still I went to work yesterday. By last night I couldn't stand the pain and swelling anymore. So I loaded up 4 girls and off we went to the ER. Since I don't have health insurance and could not get into the health clinic, I have learned that the ER has to treat you. Since I don't make a lot, I usually get some sort of financial aid to cover the bill. 4 different x-rays of that ankle came back with the diagnosis. Broken. I've been walking on a broken foot for 3 weeks. Geez. So now I look fabulous in my crutches and splint.
You know how I've always described a definition of hell? Grocery shopping with 4 children. I have a new definition of hell. Grocery shopping with kids while driving one of those electric carts. I ran over Abby's foot. I almost ran over Brigid. Words cannot describe what it was like. Let's just say that I would rather have a root canal. Without Novocaine.
I'm supposed to stay completely off that foot. No weight-baring at all. So I went to work today and walked on it all day. I'm too big for crutches. Now I get to go to my 25th high school reunion with my foot in a splint/cast and on crutches. There goes the heels.
Think I could wear my tennis shoe with my dress?