That's right, I broke my foot on Sunday playing soccer. I wish it were more glamorous, like I broke it scoring a game-winning goal or something, but it's not. I broke a bone in my foot because I was changing directions and the bone couldn't handle it. Oh well, what are you going to do? It is amazing how important one small bone in your foot can be, but I can't put any pressure on the stupid foot, so I'm on crutches for at least one week, and wearing a walking boot for at least two.
This was compounded by the fact that I've never been on crutches before. I park four blocks away from my office, so the crutch-walk to the office on Monday was unfortunately long. I made the walk last Friday when I was healthy in 5 minutes. I made it on Monday in 25 minutes. And now I have bruises in my armpits. I don't think I'm using the crutches correctly. Thank god I got a parking pass in the building for the next few weeks, it made my life more bearable today.
Getting around on crutches is miserable. You can't carry anything. I had to ask people to get coffee for me today, to pick up documents from the printer, and to get people to sign documents. I can't help feeling helpless.
Hopefully my foot heals properly and quickly. I have no intention of giving up soccer and it's going to take a lot of rehab in order to get myself to the point where I don't get hurt again. I'm holding out for a change of my luck. Let's see what happens...
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I had surgery once. . .when they said don't eat anything the night before, I didn't think that included alcohol. So I drank alot. . .so much I had a terrible hangover the morning I went in. The anesthesiologist added something to his concotion to help me with that. Instant relief!
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