Today I was cursing the obnoxiousness that is life on crutches. I am amazed at all the tiresome hopping around on one foot a person does. I decided crutches suck. Nuf said.
Until the doctor called.
And he was like... so, how are you feeling? How's the foot? It hurts? Well, that interesting... I just wanted to call and let you know that we rechecked your x-rays and your bone is broken.
HOLD THE PHONE!! WHAT???
In six to eight weeks, this story will be HILARIOUS. But, right now, I just want to sock somebody in the nose. Me and the dreaded crutches are going to be new BFF's. And I'm telling you... it is a Love/Hate relationship. I named the left crutch Bob and the right is Steve and they see a lot of armpit action.
And in future posts I will regale you with The Nefarious Tales of Bob and Steve: Boldly going where no crutch has gone before. Love it!