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I sure hope your Monday is going better than mine.  You will never guess what happened to me today.  I broke my freaking foot.  Yes you read this right I have broken my foot.  At work this morning I was cleaning my windows in the breakfast room.  I had put fake snow around the edges so when I went to do my weekly window wash I decided to take it off.  I was a tad bit short from reaching the top so I reached up and stood on my tippy toes.  As soon as I stood up I heard the worst sound I had ever heard in my life at the same time I felt the worst pain I had ever felt.  Within that second it took I almost passed out.  I happened to lean forward and caught myself with my arms against the window.  If I had gone back I would have hit my head on the sidewalk.  As I stood there I had a guest stop to ask me a question.  After I answered his question I asked if he was going inside.  He said no but he would if I needed him too.  I knew I wasn’t going to make it inside.  He helped me to sit down on a bench and went inside for help.  I knew right then I was screwed.  He came back with help.  I tried to go inside but couldn’t make it.  My dear friend Carrie remembered the rolling computer desk chair in the lobby and got for to ride in.  The man went inside and got a blanket and towel for my foot.  Now you have to know for those of you who don’t know I am a big girl.  If you take a fat girl with a broken foot and try to help her walk it isn’t a pretty picture.  My manager called my husband and another circus act took place to get me into the van.  I went straight to the ER I did not pass go and did not collect $200.  Now for me to go the ER you have to know I am in bad shape.  I cannot stand going there.  It is usually four hours of my life I will never get back.  So we go in and off we go.  When the doctor first looked he said it might be a popped tendon.  Now I am not a doctor so I wasn’t sure what was worse a tendon or broken bone.  So the first step was an Ex-Ray.  Few minutes later the doctor pops in and announces that I have at least one broken bone but looks like I might have more.  Then we moved on to the CT-Scan.  I am still not clear on what the results were from that.  The doctor came back in and said “I have no idea how you did ALL OF THAT by standing on your tippy toes.” My thought was “I must just be good at it”.  So they put on a splint and I am now a proud owner of pair of crutches.  Now let’s think this over my dear readers.  I am a big girl and I have gone from putting all that weight on two feet to one.  The nurse told me how to do it.  Ok in “theory” this is a good idea but in “practice” it just DOES NOT work.  I can barely walk on my two feet so you can imagine how bad it is to try it with one foot and two sticks.  If one more person tries to tell me “how” to walk on those God forsaken things I am going to turn somebody into a Popsicle. (For those not in the south that means I am shoving the crutch up their rear ends)  I am bed bound with my foot up and on restrictions of “no weight bearing”.  I am three hundred pounds people there is NO SUCH THING as “no weight bearing”.  Anyway I had to make an appointment with an orthopedic doctor.  The ER doctor said it might require pins being put in.  Now I had that done when I was fourteen and I had an ATV accident and let me tell you this it SUCKED.  So I go Wednesday in the morning to see him.  So please pray it will be ok without surgery.  The worst part is I had so many plans for New Year’s Eve.  So I can’t have a good time, drink, or raise cane.  However if you read my blogs you know I have the obsession with taking showers.  I couldn’t shower easily with the hole in my back but now it is impossible.  So I am stuck in my bed with a house full of screaming family members.  The house is destroyed and the kids refuse to clean it.  I am in so much pain and I am so tired and I am so depressed.  Why can’t they just help out without acting this way?  Dear readers what am I going to do?  I have no money and I don’t know when I will be able to work.  I can’t get any help with the house work.  My husband won’t clean the house because he thinks it is all the kids business.  Now I agree they are the reason the house is dirty since we often stay in our room so they can watch what they want in the living room.  They still need help and I can no longer help.  Well I need to go before I start to cry.  Why is God so mad at me?  Who did I piss off in my former life?  Till tomorrow dear readers I hope you and your bones stay intact and the “broken bone angels” only smile down on me today….

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