Wednesday, June 25th, 8pm: 'Fall' in hole and hurt foot. Didn't actually hit the ground, but managed to cause quite a bit of pain. I did the same thing about 4 years ago at a
cementary in my hometown of
Rogersville. I had to yell for 2 grave diggers to help me up and help get Georgia (3 at the time) back into her car seat. For grave diggers, they were some tiny men; I was a bit worried. At the hospital, the nurse asked what my pain was on a scale of 1 to 10. I said, "I'd like to say 10, but I've had kids so let's back that down to a 6."
Wednesday, June 26th, 9pm: Realize foot is no good and cancel 5 day trip that was to start the next day. Bummed.
Thursday, June 27th, 1:30pm: X-rays show fracture and bone chips. Talk Dr. into air cast vs humongous boot. Last time I wore the boot a piece of pepperoni fell in and I didn't realize it until 5,000 ants made their home in my little piggies. It took 2 days to find the pepperoni.
Friday, June 28th, 3:30am: Wake up with pink eye. Hey, why not?
Wednesday, July 3, 6pm: Realize thing on my boob (how about that word?) is looking weird. Maybe a spider bite?? Confirmed spider bite. Get oral antibiotics. I had a really nasty spider bite on
same boob last year. Are there a breed of boob
lovin spiders in my yard? Reason #267 why I don't like to pull weeds.
What a great week it's been. Oh, I forgot one highlight last Saturday. Brad and I were at the Green Hills Cinema, and as we were walking out Nicole
Kidman and Keith Urban were walking in. Everyone was staring, including me.
Happy 4
th. Keep it injury free.