I broke my foot. I was walking in these clogs, and turned my ankle and stumbled, and *snap*. I had a jones fracture. It’s a break of the 5th metatarsal, or basically the bone in the middle of your foot on the pinky side of your foot. Fuck it sucks. Just a quick little twist.. and bam. I feel like an old woman. Who breaks their foot walking?!?!
I cannot express to you enough how much this sucks and is affecting my life. It’s very hard for me to walk far. My one good leg gets so tired and sore. If I move it the wrong way, put any weight on it.. anything.. bam. When I did it I was walking into my house and stopped dead in my tracks and wretched. It was so painful I hyperventilated a little and had to sit on the ground. I was SHOCKED by how much it hurt. I assumed it would stop, like a terrible pain of stubbing a toe or something. Nope. I was planning this wonderful weekend.. dinner and drinks with Quinky Girl and Bawdy Storytelling, Brick Con (the Lego Convention) a homeshow, and a long date with Traveler. Dammmit! I was soooo excited. I love that stuff. I’ve been stoked about Traveler and Quinky Girl redoing their kitchen for months. It is SO MUCH vicarious pleasure for me. Nope. Continue reading