The Post Wherein I Whine About My Poor Swollen Foot

I injure myself a lot. I often do silly things like falling up the stairs, carrying things that are far too heavy, stubbing my toes & tripping over my own feet. I've been known to hit my head on door frames as I walk through them. I have, on more than one occasion, opened a door into my own face.

Today, as I was walking downtown with a friend, I started to feel a pain in my foot. Nothing seemed to have happened other than a dull ache beginning to spreading across the very top of my left foot. I stopped, kicked my sandal off & shrugged because I didn't see anything that ought to be causing me pain.

We kept walking.

We did some shopping, mulled around downtown & I went to get a bite to eat. At this point my foot was throbbing. I kicked off my sandal again to see if I was bruising.

Nothing.

I saw the buses in the terminal downtown but figured I would be fine & I wanted to walk home. So I did.

I am now home, several hours later & cursing myself. I have a very swollen foot which is terribly painful to put pressure on & I still have no idea what I did to myself.

Sigh. I really should have taken that bus. It might have preserved my ability to walk without a limp.

Thankfully Gretchen has her four month appointment on Thursday morning so I think that I will wait it out & talk to our doctor.

Until then, just call me gimpy.

Tomorrow morning I'm going to limp around the farmer's market & enjoy some fresh produce with friends.

Perhaps I'll be lucky & the swelling will go down overnight.

Ouch.