| Jun. 24th, 2005 @ 09:27 pm Unbelievable... |
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Current Mood:  frustrated
My husband, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) chris_goodwin, and I brag regularly about never having broken any bones. Well that ended this past Sunday. While taking a step off the deck I somehow bent my foot under, heard a popping sound, and fell. Startled, I couldn't figure out how I fell--I never fall. My foot hurt some but once I tried to stand it REALLY hurt, I mean like your foot is a melon being split in half by a dull knife kind of pain. Two hours of ice and elevation later, it was no better...off to the emergency room...
Yep, I broke a metatarsal, a clean and thorough break which the orthopedic surgeon tells me I should be scared about. Not only will I be on crutches and restricted for at least 4 weeks to start with, if it doesn't heal right then I will need surgery. So I stayed home all week and watched movies and watched my place of employment fall apart because I wasn't there. One morning I received over 15 calls. I have worked almost ten hours this week even though I am supposedly home sick, and my poor husband is having to carry the load of chores and childcare, plus caring for my sorry arse.
Thanks for listening to me whine. If you want to post something sympathetic, please post a note to my husband--he could definitely use it!
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