In my last post I referenced Yoda but, if you can believe it, did not take the opportunity to use my backwards Yoda speak.
Out of it, I must be.
My mind has been fixated on one thing: my follow-up doctor’s appointment tomorrow morning. I can think of nothing else besides: the hardly-discussed Bachelor and how happy it makes me that I can watch it online at naptime; how it snowed on Monday and how excited it made Max but how sad he was when he realized I couldn’t run out and play with him; why on earth I thought to put his snow pants in the mitten box which was the very last place I would ever look; [breathe] how glad I was that Mike got home safe from a great youth ministry conference; and how my hiney hurt from the time before he left when I tripped on our last step – while attempting to hop and wave my arms like I was in the finale of a Rockettes show – then completely surprised to look in the mirror on Monday and see that I had a bruise in the shape of Africa on my butt.
But other than that, the doctor’s appointment is all I can think about.
I’m so glad it’s for my foot. I do feel somewhat 100% confident that there won’t be a need to bring up Africa during the visit.
Tomorrow, after 4 long weeks, I get my cast off and have another xray. It’s been 12 weeks since I broke the base of my 5th metatarsal – that teeny, tiny avulsion fracture they said would heal in less than three. I was convinced that the immobilzation of the cast and 3 plus weeks of non-weight bearing would do the trick. But here I am still in pain and I can’t walk on my left foot.
Can’t even hop on the right foot, as it turns out.
Sadly, I don’t think I’ll be coming home in my running shoes (or Rockette heels). I’ll let you know what happens.