I'm going to complain again...so consider yourself warned. If you don't like complaining, stop right here and come back another day...because here I go and nothing will stop me...
My foot hurts. If I had a saw and enough guts I think I'd just go cut it off, right here, right now. Just when I thought my foot ordeal was over, here it comes again. The other day while working out I felt something start to pull, then it felt as though something ripped in the arch of my foot. It sent me right to the floor with lightening bolts shooting through my foot and up my calf. Maybe I should have just laid there and died. Poor, sad, pitiful me....I must truly be the most self pitying person on the planet, but I just don't care. I'm going to feel sorry for myself now and no one is going to stop me.
The worst thing about having pain is that it completely trumps everything else. No matter what you're doing, who you're with, or how much fun you're having (or trying to have) the pain just sits there...pushing it's way right to the front...making you miserable no matter how much you try to ignore it. I've been trying to do that whole "mind over matter" thing, but it just isn't working. It's like a little hairy monster sitting on my shoulder whispering in my ear "psst...stop having fun...your foot hurts..."
Is there some lesson in this pain that I'm not learning...and that's why it's come back? Is it because I didn't listen to the doctor and give up the treadmill? Aren't I burdened enough having to lift and carry a 90 lb. disabled kid without having to do it with one bum foot? And why, oh why, can't my kids understand that I don't have a whole lot of compassion for something as inane as a stuffy nose or a hangnail when I feel like my foot is on fire?
I know things could be a lot worse...I mean, I read Nie's blog and THAT is some serious suffering...but really all that does is make me feel like a jerk for complaining about something so minor by comparison.
So for now there is no mudding, no workout, and as little walking as possible...I need to go back to the doctor but considering he was expecting the shots he gave me to last at least a year, I doubt I'm going to like what he has to tell me. Maybe HE will cut my foot off.
And now that I have that all off my chest I will hobble off to try and have a semi-productive day. Maybe I'll do some ironing...that oughta lift my spirits.
Wendy, I hereby give you permission to complain, to whine, to have self pity AND to avoid ironing at ALL cost! :) Go to the Dr. young lady. It sounds like you really did something to it and you might as well find out what that something is. You'll feel better I promise. Now go. Hurry. I'll get Braden off the bus if you need me to. Just go. :)
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