You know when you haven’t talked to someone in too long and then you finally decide to call them or meet them for lunch and you feel a little nervous because you know you’re going to have fun but you feel weird because it’s been so long (or is that just this introvert)? That’s how I feel right now! I haven’t written a blog post in so incredibly long I’m feeling almost nervous!
These last three weeks have been crazy for me. Not because of anything big, but just all these little bitty things that make you…well, crazy. I told you about my foot, right? What? I didn’t?
Well, looky here—>
<insert picture of my foot in an orthopedic boot>
Yeah. That happened.
I dropped a 45 pound barbell on my foot at CrossFit. Not because CrossFit is crazy. But because I have sweaty hands. It hurt like heck and immediately started turning bright red with bruising. Thankfully, my chiropractor was there and he adjusted my foot.
Did you even know that was a thing?
Well, it is. And he did it. Basically, imagine me laying on the floor and him holding my foot. Then he used my foot and leg as a whip and moved it around, shook it up and otherwise used it as a weapon of torture. I literally had my hands over my face screaming.
The bruising immediately stopped (he said he adjusted it so the ligaments would go back to their job of making a “tent” over my foot bones) but then the swelling started. By that night, it was so painful I couldn’t walk and my husband had to carry me to bed. The next morning I skipped church, not because I couldn’t work in the preschool department or sit through a service, it was because I couldn’t fathom getting out of bed, taking a shower, getting dressed and walking through the building without crying.
On Monday, I finally went to the orthopedic doctor. He took some x-rays and declared it not broken, just bruised ligaments. This is when I learned that ligaments are in fact, a big deal. So big of a deal that broken bones are sometimes preferable to ligament problems! Yikes!
Anywhoo. I’ve got to wear the boot for two weeks (just one more to go!) and then hopefully I can get back to normal. Because now the ligaments are not the only pain–that silly boot has my hip and knee hurting!
A few days before I hurt my foot, Asa took our dog Jack (or as I like to call him “dog-I-do-not-like”) outside for a potty break. However, he didn’t bring him back in. Jack brought Asa back. Yes, Jack pulled Asa down the hill in our backyard as if he was a husky and Asa the sled. There was mud head to foot and Asa was screaming bloody murder.
So, that moved Asa out of the coveted “3rd person to take Jack out” position. The only two left were my husband (home only in the morning and night) and my daughter. Well, the day after I hurt my foot Lydia decided she was not strong enough to control our ever-growing pup and “2nd person to take Jack out” is now a vacant position, too.
Yes, we all know what this means: me and my just-bruised-ligament foot have to hike up a muddy (because it’s been snowing and raining here for weeks) hill in our backyard to take the dog-I-do-not-like outside 2 to 3 times a day. For all you dog people, this may not seem like a big deal. But for me? The girl who is still kicking herself for getting a dog and losing her cool a couple of times a day because the dog is acting like a…well, dog? I am up to HERE with him.
Anywhoo. This boot thing has been a pain. (Not to be compared to people who have actual pains but still…)
And today? Georgia is in a state of emergency because we are expected to get 3-7 inches of snow plus 1-1.5 inches of ice by tomorrow. Schools are already closed, grocery stores are emptied, the news is promising mass electrical outages and I’m stuck at home with Jack and my boot. (OK, my kids and husband, too!)
But the crème de la crème is that my cousin and his wife who I haven’t seen since their wedding when I was pregnant with Asa and their son (whom I’ve never met) are supposed to be flying in from California tonight to stay with us for a week! Their flight has been cancelled and we have no idea when they’ll get in or if they can even get to our house from the airport when they do arrive.
So, basically, this post I was nervous about? Well, I’m just imagining you sitting across from me rolling your eyes because I can do nothing but complain for the first few minutes we’re together.
It is what it is.
Your turn. Imaginary lunch date with me. I just complained for 30 minutes. What’s up in your world, friend? Do tell…