Last night my Bible Study group that had just finished Beth Moore's Breaking Free was getting together to write our covenant letters and seal them up in fancy envelopes with wax seals and everything. I arrived at the church with my four-child entourage and as they were all piling out of the van my 5 yo accidently kicked the 2.5 gallon jug of laundry detergent a friend had just given me (it made her itch).
The detergent fell out of the van and onto my right foot - and let me tell ya, those plastic crocs offer zilch in the way of protection from falling objects!
I am almost positive one of my toes is broken - it is swollen to nearly twice its normal size and it turned dark purple within minutes. It alternates between being completely numb and sending horrible shooting pains up my leg at the tiniest of movements. I don't have health insurance so I'm just hoping I've taped it adequately.
Work today was rough and I had the dubious pleasure of working with a particularly challenging student who had me on my feet all day. Then I get home and my daughter steps on said sore toe. Ow.
Vicodin, take me away! (If only I had some).
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