Apparently, I have nothing to talk about other than my broken foot.
So, broken foot it is!
I'm very tired of having a broken foot.
I've had enough, thank you very much. May I magically be healed and walk now?
With a cherry on top?
Tomorrow is my last day to have my cousin's help with the boys. Tomorrow I am going to a Podiatrist (that's fancy-pants for "foot doctor") for a second opinion.
I've been having more problems than I've discussed here, including muscle spasms, nerve problems, numbness and un-managed pain. Both the spasms and painful numbness and have started to get better in the past few days, which likely means I've damaged some nerves in my foot and they are dying. The numbness is still there, it just doesn't hurt as much.
I have no clue what the fancy-pants doctor is going to do tomorrow, other than review my files and x-rays. I'm hoping for a new contraption on my foot and permission to start doing stuff because sitting on my ass all the time is getting old, and I no longer can rely on friends and family to provide around the clock support (although as much support as you all can provide is greatly appreciated).
The thing that is pissing me off the most -- more than sitting on my ass all the time -- is everyone's damned opinions that I need to follow doctor's orders and not do anything at all costs yet everyone's inability to help to make following the doctor's orders a possibility.
So if the doctor says I can do stuff, it would be a huge weight lifted off my shoulders.
If the doctor says I still need to sit around and not do anything for the next four weeks, she might as well put me into a medicated coma. Because that's the only way to insure that my children will be taken fully care of without having me do it.
Do you have the impression that I'm in a rather pissy mood?
Because I am.
Pissy Pissy Princess.
Of course, the pissiness is not helped by the card my insane Grandmother sent me today.
Yes, I just called my Grandma insane.
No, I'm not kidding.
There's a reason why we call her "Granny Crazy."
She wrote a huge shpeal in the card about my mom (who died of leukemia when I was four; she knew she had it and refused treatment because "God needed her in heaven more than she was needed on Earth") and how in her last few days she had to walk with two canes and how proud she was about her self for walking and how I should just walk and the Lord Jesus Christ would bestow such blessings upon me if I would just walk I could enjoy my last few days on the earth.
Obviously, Granny Crazy thinks a broken foot is going to kill me.
Because that's just what I need to hear right now.