Because I know you all are on pins and needles just wanting to know...
I spent yesterday lying in bed. Literally, I could only walk as far as the bathroom, then back to bed. And walk is a loose term. Stagger would be more fitting. I provided lots of comic relief for my children, who I kept home from school to help me. Because I literally could not figure out a way to take care of my little ones alone. I needed my 13 yo to help me-- and what a great help she was. She wrote her perspective on her new blog she started. Go here to read it, and please leave her a comment telling her what an awesome kid she is for jumping in and helping the way she did!
Yesterday afternoon, I got a call from my sister-in-law, Jennifer, who is one of my faithful blog readers. She wanted to know why in the world I did not call on the family for help. (Why is it when I just wrote "the family" I felt like we are in the mafia?) Anyway, she fussed at me good-naturedly and then informed me that, since I had not called on my in-laws, she had done it for me. She also insisted I go to the doctor. I told her I did not think it was necessary. She said we would see about that.
My in-laws did end up coming over after work and bringing that lifeline of all lifelines-- pizza. They fed the kids, read them stories, talked to them and got them ready for bed while I continued to lie in bed. By the time they left, Curt was close to getting home. After he walked in the door, I was able to breathe a sigh of relief. The Cavalry had arrived! Although, after a long day, I am quite sure he was not feeling like The Cavalry. But he sure looked like it from where I was sitting.
This morning, we are headed to the doctor, against my better wishes. It seems The Family has weighed in and decided that I will be getting my foot x-rayed, just to get a diagnosis and perhaps some insight on what kind of recovery we are looking at. I am not one for running to the doctor-- and I am really not one for shelling out money just to hear "It's badly bruised." Because I have had that happen. I hope that isn't what he tells me this time. Because a bruise just sounds silly-- and not nearly as monumental as the pain I am dealing with.
I will keep you posted.