The photo to the right is my ankle and foot taken just a few minutes ago. I’m injured and in full self-pity mode.

Note bruising, swelling, discoloration and not at all attractive bandage and brace. Poor me!

It’s difficult to look stunning in a contraption like that!

I went sprinting out my side door this morning with a list of good intentions in my head. Suddenly I was at the bottom of the stairs. It was a none too graceful transition down the stairs I can tell you.

I would like to be able to say that I hurt my feet/ankles kicking jihadists around. It would be somewhat respectable to say some animal ran in front of me causing my fall. But in truth, I somehow just stumbled over my own feet and fell off the bottom stair.

The bottom stair. I didn’t even fall down a flight of stairs. Just one measly stair caused all this.

My Beloved Curmudgeon rescued me. He swept me off to the hospital for x-rays. He brought me back home with the above bandage on, instructions to keep my feet elevated all weekend and heavy pain meds.

I have spent most of today propped up on my couch with my legs up on a pile of pillows in pain and bored to death.

My daughter came home from work and started talking as she opened the door. ‘I had a really rough day’ she said. She proceeded to describe a series of events from her day while putting her keys and miscellaneous other items on a bookshelf. Eventually, she took a breath and looked at me. ‘What’s wrong with you?’ she asked. I held up my bandaged foot and put on my most pitiful expression.

She asked what happened with real concern in her voice. I told her, she laughed and then she said, ‘Mama, you’ll be okay, you can blog all weekend’. That’s actually what she said!

At some point this afternoon, I couldn’t stand another cycle of the same news and started the process of getting up off the couch. Both of my feet/ankles are injured so yes, it’s a process. I finally got up on my feet and hobbled out to the back porch.

Beloved Curmudgeon was sitting out there and it had been a while since anyone had overtly felt sorry for me.

I took a couple of pictures of my foot. Beloved Curmudgeon asked what I was doing. ‘Taking pictures of my foot’, I replied, stating the obvious. ‘For your blog?’ he asked. HONESTLY!!! What’s with the two of them and the blog!

‘Yes’, I replied (I hate being that transparent!).

I asked him if he thought they were sure my ankle wasn’t broken, it feels broken, it sure does hurt, it hurts worse now than it did when they took the x-rays, maybe it’s broken and they couldn’t tell, I can’t stand on it at all and I’m miserable and did you see the rug burn on my knee, that hurts too and there’s another bruise on the side of my other foot and I wonder if my toes are broken cause I can only put weight on the back off my left foot and can’t move those toes without a lot of pain and now my arm is hurting I musta aggravated it somehow maybe trying to catch myself and it’s miserable just sitting around I can’t even sweep the floor and it’s such a pretty weekend and did you see the bruise on this foot and this bandage is getting on my nerves and it’s so bulky and ugly, why do I have to wear it cause it still hurts, what good is the bandage anyway, and how will I get anything done this weekend, am I going to have to spend the whole weekend sitting on that couch, I’ll gain weight.

I was still in mid sentence when Beloved Curmudgeon interrupted me and said, ‘Take another pain pill and go to bed.’

Okay, it was a long self-indulgent sentence - what can I say.

How does one indignantly stomp out of the room when all you can do is hobble? Sigh.

To add insult to injury, my sister is in town and was cooking over at my mothers. She’s a very good cook, btw. So she calls and invites me over. I obviously can drive, since I can’t walk.

I tell her my sad story and she’s appropriately sympathic. However, I had just taken a pain pill when she called.

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