So, I hurt myself. Again. Actually, Again again.
I was playing frisbee and I went to change direction and either my foot got caught or I tripped over my own feet or something. All I know is, my ankle buckled, I went down and it hurt. I tried to hop up, but I couldn’t put any weight on it. So there I was, standing in the middle of the frisbee hopping around on foot like a flamingo with no idea what to do.
Luckily, someone on the other team noticed and I was able to get help off of the field. I spent the rest of the game sitting in a camp chair and icing my foot. Kristian, as usual, was amazing. He rubbed my shoulders, made me laugh and let me hide my face in his stomach when the pain was too much. He truly is amazing.
When it came time to leave, we realized that the car was very far away and that I wouldn’t be able to walk. Not to fear, we still had a camp chair! Hooray! Kristian went to drive the car as close as possible and then two teammates carried me in the chair. I sang as much of “Hava Nagila” as I could remember. I made them promise not to dance.
Me being me, I went to work the next day. I’m really good at going to work when I really should be seeing a doctor. Jeff came into my office, took one look at my swollen foot, called me an idiot, and told me to make a doctor’s appointment. I may be a clumsy idiot, but I know good advice when I hear it. I went that afternoon.
The good news is, my foot isn’t broken. The bad news is, I’m going to be hobbling around on crutches until my foot feels better. I’m like Tiny fricking Tim hobbling around and saying “God bless us everyone!” And then I hit people in the shins with my crutches.
Crutches completely suck, by the way. It takes me three times longer to get places than normal. And my arms are totally killing me. It’s made me lazy and just a little bit depressed. I’ve spent a lot of time hanging out on the couch. This wouldn’t be so totally awful, if the Red Sox would just stop losing baseball games. As it is, I lie on the couch, watching the sox lose miserably and wish that I could run away.
Luckily, I have cute little Sophie to keep me amused. Here are some more pictures!
