Tuesday, January 18, 2011
New Show Shoe and New Man
Okay, so yesterday, I was off for Martin Luther King Jr. Day and spent the afternoon running errands - feeling quite proud of my productivity.
Returned home, kicked off my shoes and decided to take the recyclables out to the garage (and get a Diet Dr. Pepper.)
And there, somehow, I tripped over the rug... and ...broke my foot.
...Didn't know I broke my foot...but thought it odd I couldn't put weight on it....
So my daughters rescued me (and got me a Diet Dr. Pepper). They placed me on the couch and put my foot up with ice. I figured I'd be fine by morning. Hey - 30 minutes on the Stair Mill awaited!
At 2 a.m. my foot was throbbing. I knew something was wrong, but couldn't walk and certainly couldn't drive. Wake my daughter? No...she had school...
Long story short, I texted my wonderful man Mark who drove a half hour and drove me to the hospital. I couldn't walk and so he literally picked me up and carried me to his truck.
He stayed with me the whole time, entertained the nurses and staff and when they were all done with the x-rays and diagnosis; he drove me back home at 5 a.m., he picked me up again and carried me back into my house.
You know, even with a broken foot, I feel pretty lucky and swept off my feet.