It’s NOT Broken
Guess what the doctor told me to do? Elevate it and ice it. And those x-rays hurt.
I did get myself some new Teva Mush sandals from endless.com. Until then, I get to wear the brown ones that have seen much better days. But, eh.
The One in Which I Give in to Peer Pressure
Scott has been complaining about the fact that I can’t really walk with my ouchie foot and, thusly, can’t really do anything around the house. Not entirely true. I managed to clean some of the kitchen yesterday. (At the cost of not being able to walk.) He pestered me to death (well, not literally as I’m alive to type this) about going to the doctor. Apparently, he’s under the mistaken impression that they have a magical elixor that will make my foot all better. He’s hoping for a boot.
*sigh* So I called. I could tell the woman at who took my appointment thought I was nuts. If anything is actually broken, there’s really not much they can do. Yes, there’s swelling, and, no, I can’t put shoes on. I’m pretty sure the doctor will restrict my movements further. There’s no magic wand he can wave over my foot and make it all better.
Why can’t my goofy husband understand that?
The Laptop is Watching Me
And is waiting for my demise.
Here’s the deal. I am addicted to pink. I have a pink purse, pink Chuck’s, and a pink computer. Also? Polka dots, but they don’t have to be pink. My pink computer is an adorable little Sony Viao which is proving to be very sturdy. (I’m sorry, Mac! I still love you, but you’re not pink!)
The laptop is evil. The wireless switch/slide thinger is right in the front. I usually type with my laptop on, well, my LAP. (Ooooh, there’s a concept for me.) Sometimes not, though. It depends on my mood.
Back to the evilness. I get easily excited and frantic. Every now and then, I might accidentally move the slide thinger into the off position. Then I lose interweb connection. And I get all frantic. The fun stuff is when I blame it on Scott. (”Honey, why can’t I get online?” “I blocked your internet connection.” “WHAT? WHY? Switch it now!” He laughs uproariously and I realize I fell for it again. Yes, it’s happened more than once.)
I have come to believe that the laptop is watching me. It knows when I’m crazy cranky and deliberately turns off all by itself. It chuckles when I, for the eleventy billionth time, accuse Scott of cutting off my interweb connection. I’m pretty sure it’s going to take over my life while I’m in hysterics.
My foot still hurts and my Kindle came today. I love my Kindle. Maybe I was hugging it. Maybe.
Sunday…
And, yes, I know it’s Tuesday.
Rebecca was helpful and vacuumed. She didn’t put the vacuum away, instead leaving about a third of vacuum in the doorway.
I went from the dining room to the kitchen and bashed my foot on the vacuum. It still hurts.
Doorways have befuddled me since I moved here. (11 years or so, I believe.) I think this has more to do with living in a house with more of an open concept rather than doorways.
When Rachel was younger, I had bought some water softner salt. Scott left three bags in the doorway. While holding Rachel, I tripped over the salt bag and fell. I twisted around while falling (I give myself a 6 on the landing) to protect Rachel from being hurt. She was fine, but crying. I was hurt, but not crying.
Anyway, my foot still hurts. I think I’m going to throw on my ice pack and be done with it.
Hello world!
Yes, yes. I know this isn’t pink. YET. I’m working on it. And blogging in general. Stay tuned.
Okay, I found the pink theme. Woot! (And this will probably go on record as the lamest blog post ever.)
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