So I broke my foot yesterday morning. How you ask? Well, it was raining and I had a bunch of stuff to carry into the babysitter's house and didn't feel like messing with the umbrella. So, while running back to the car in my heels, I rolled my ankle and broke my foot.
It didn't really bother me at first. I walked Peanut into preschool, walked up two flights of stairs at work, and walked to a meeting. While I was in some pain and had to walk very, very slowly, I just figured it was a bad sprain. But after walking to the bathroom and realizing how bad the pain was, I decided I need to go home and rest it.
Not go see a doctor. Not go the emergency room or urgent care. Just go home and put some ice on it.
When it wasn't any better this morning, I figured I should probably have it looked at. First I took Gizmo to her one-year check up (she's in the 95 percentile for head size, 90th for height and just below 50th for weight). After dropping her off at the babysitter's, I headed over to a new urgent care.
Had I known what an awesome experience - broken foot aside - it would have been, I would have gone yesterday. I was in and out, with xrays done, in less than 30 minutes. The doctor looked at my films and said "eww" twice, told me my foot was broken, wrapped me up, put me on crutches and set me up with an appointment with an orthopedic doctor in the morning. She said I will probably end up in a walking cast.
I feel like a badass that I've been walking on a broken foot for 24 hours. I also feel a little concerned about how I am going to take care of two small people while on crutches.
Hillary's mom says in tough times, you can either laugh, cry or puke. Crying and puking are no fun so you might was well laugh. So go ahead and laugh. I have many times.