Anyway, when I found out, I cried. A lot. On Sky's shoulder. I was devastated. I've never had anything quite like this happen to me before. It's my first serious injury. Don't get me wrong, I've gotten hairline fractures before, but they were in my wrist. Not in the foot I normally use to drive.
So, the last few weeks Sky has been my driver, my wheelchair pusher when we go shopping, and all-around Godsend. It's times like these I know that I definitely made the right decision marrying him. He helped me take my first few baths (as stipulated by the doctor because I am not allowed to put any weight on it for the first two weeks I'm in the boot.), he helped me figure out how to get around in this stupid boot I'm stuck in.
Seriously, I think it weighs like 10 pounds.
The plus side to all of this is I am finally catching up on my housework and homework, since I still have about 5 more days before I am cleared to work on my feet (limited) and hobble around campus again, I have a little more free time than usual for the next little while.
Well, an important stipulation for me healing is plenty of rest, so I guess I'd better hit the hay.
Keep it real readers.
