She's one of the teachers I work with. Lovely soul. As Nance kept mentioning the other day, gorgeous eyes. Kind of scattered.
A few years ago she had surgery on her foot. A sort of "won't this be great?!?" deal that has resulted in more surgeries. I'm not even sure if it's been two years or three that she's been hobbling around in some version of a cast and crutches.
She started school late this year because of another surgery. A different one.
Now she has a cast, crutches and a full plastic and metal stabilizing neck brace.
We wonder what she'll come back with after the holidays.
Today I feel a little bit like her, only without the accessories.
Yesterday morning I met some random woman off the Internet in a park. At 4:30 in the morning. To walk. We walked for what turned out to be about 90 minutes. (Time flies when you're in the midst of a good conversation. And apparently the days are shorter than they were when Fynnie was last nursing all night long, so I misjudged when I should head home to clean up for work.)
When I got in the shower, I realized that what I'd thought were a couple blisters on the backs of my ankles were, in fact, no longer blisters.
Lamaze breathing comes in handy for a lot of things, not just popping out kids. In case you were wondering.
By the time I arrived at work, my legs were a little stiff, but not too bad. The bigger problem was that I have to wear grown up shoes at work. (And I recently got the stink eye for wearing flip flops. Again. So I left them at home.)
Did you know it's not at all painful to go up two flights of stairs with popped blisters on the back of your ankles? It's because the ankles angle away from the shoes. In fact, if I could have gotten to my desk strictly by going upstairs, I would have done it.
Instead, I hobbled along the upper floor of my building, gradually turning my toes inward. Did that help? Not really, but for some reason I kept doing it.
Also, for unknown reasons, I realized I was hunching over.
The only thing that made it even more fun to watch was when I realized I'd drank too much water, coffee and lemonade and needed to dash to the bathroom. My version of a dash, included pigeon toes, a hunched back and a lot of Kegels.
Have I ever mentioned that I have some sort of muscular connection between the Kegel muscles and my eyelids? It must be true. That's the only explanation I can come up with for the fact that my eyes get this surprised look if I'm doing them right.
So, to recap, yesterday I was pigeon toed, hunched over, rhythmically shocked, bloated, itchy, sneezing, dripping (from my nose, people!) and practicing my Lamaze breathing. What could be better?
Today I accidentally kicked a little wooden wagon that the girls have for their blocks. It was more like walking into the corner of it, but only with the second to last toe.
I think I broke my toe. It's swollen, gray and purple and hurts like a mofo if I try to point or flex my foot. Which is something I apparently do ALL. THE. TIME. And it's not that shooting pain that stops when you stop. It lingers.
Between the toe, the broken blisters and the sore muscles from yesterday's long walk, I am not a huge fan of living in a two storey house right now.
Tom and I discussed it this afternoon, and I decided to tape my toes together. Only, we have no clue where the medical tape is right now, so I used dark gray electrical tape. Highs and lows, people. It is easier to walk, but pinches a little and has become covered in white dog hair.
The thought of shoes is enough to make me break out in a sweat. One of our Chinese girls accidentally left a pair of slip on sandals that are my size. Sure, they're a sort of neon salmon plastic. What? I'll just wear all black tomorrow and have them be my pop of color.
So now that I've got the feet covered, on to the neck!