When it rains it pours... and pours... and pours...
So it's probably obvious I am having a really bad week.
I thought things were going to get better yesterday. I'd had some time to cry and work my frustration out of my system for the most part. I figured there wasn't much I could do about any of this stuff right now. Everything is out of my control pretty much. So I planned to spend most of the day getting caugh up on household chores. I scrubbed my stove and did dishes, paid a couple of bills and scheduled doctor's appointments, set up a prescription refill and made babysitting arrangements for the back to school night (tonight) and then set about getting my laundry caught up.
Everything was going pretty good. I'd even managed to get another chapter of the book I'm reading for Amazon Vine review done. I got five loads of laundry and had the sixth in the dryer... I saved the bedsheets for last cause I figured all the clothes needed folding and I planned to just put all the sheets right back on the beds. So there I am folding clothes and the phone rings. It's Ke!
She's back to college and I was trying to encourage her about it since it was pretty obvious she didn't want to be at class. As I chatted with her I was folding and putting away clothes. I seriously think I have mild OCD cause like most things in life my laundry has to be folded and put away in a certain order or it bothers me. So I had just put my things away into my drawer and went to leave my bedroom when my foot caught on the extension cords Jaundice has strung out from our room to the living room. With every outlet in the living room overflowing with cords for the computers and television/DVD player/gaming consoles/lights/fish tanks he needed to extend a cord out to have a fan on in the living room while his cousin was here and he never got it straightened back up. I suppose I could have done it but I don't spend much time in our bedroom so I only ever think about it when I trip over it at night going to bed or getting up to hit the loo.
Until of course it got tangled around my foot as I was leaving the room yesterday. On instinct I tried not to drop the phone and caught my shoulder and hands on the doorjamb but still fell down onto my knees. My foot hurt like a mofo though so I got an icepack and iced it. It immediately looked bruised so I knew something was wrong but figured I couldn't have broken anything. So I just iced it and saw for about 30-40 mins. But it didn't feel any better. And when I got up to go to the bathroom my toes felt funny, like something was grinding. So I called Jaundice and work and asked him to take my to the immediate care before it closed.
We got there just before it closed and as I was limping in some dickweed goes rushing past me into the place and what do I overhear his injury is? He hurt his foot the other day on the job and it's still bothering him. So of course he gets seen before me despite the fact I was there first and he was a dick who got into the office first because he rushed past me. A rude visit from the PA later and I'm taken for an X-ray. The only bit of sunshine in the whole experience was the nice radiology guy. He and the PA look at the pics and sure enough just as I anticipated... my little toe (left foot) is fractured. Weird enough you can't tell by looking at it other than some slight puffiness around the toe it's injured at this point.
So they wanna put me in a bledsoe boot (the ones that come up to the knee). And they are out of the gawd damn medium ones. The small is too short and my foot swims in the large. So they write a prescript for me to take to Clark's which of course isn't open at 7:30 at night and the pharmacy is gonna be closed so I can't do anything for my foot last night.
I took some ibuprofen when I got home and it helped for about an hour. I slept like shit and when we got up to take Monk to school we ran over to Clark's but they aren't open till 9 so we run to the pharmacy and they aren't open till 9. We get my meds and head back to Clark's and the lady there tells me the guy who handles boots isn't in until 10am. Jaun has to be at work at 10 so I can't wait and she sends us over to Spectrum. Spectrum doesn't carry the damn things.
So I figured whatever I'll just ask my friend B if she can take me after lunchtime since my meds are knocking me out. She doesn't answer. She finally calls me back at about 1:30 and tells me she can't because her daughter is home sick. Which also means I can't get her to pick up Monk either. So I had to leave half an hour early and walk to get Monk in a fucking flipflop cause my foot is too swollen to fit into a shoe and it hurts too much.
I might take a photo of my foot just for the sake of showing people how bad of an injury I actualy have. Sure it's a tiny fracture in the toe but the rest of my foot got pretty battered as well.
I dunno what more to say about it... other than I feel as if I'm getting some kind of karmic bitch-slap for who knows what. My friend kind of let me down and I can't hoof it to the parent night thing which is pretty important and I'm just so angry and sad.
I thought things were going to get better yesterday. I'd had some time to cry and work my frustration out of my system for the most part. I figured there wasn't much I could do about any of this stuff right now. Everything is out of my control pretty much. So I planned to spend most of the day getting caugh up on household chores. I scrubbed my stove and did dishes, paid a couple of bills and scheduled doctor's appointments, set up a prescription refill and made babysitting arrangements for the back to school night (tonight) and then set about getting my laundry caught up.
Everything was going pretty good. I'd even managed to get another chapter of the book I'm reading for Amazon Vine review done. I got five loads of laundry and had the sixth in the dryer... I saved the bedsheets for last cause I figured all the clothes needed folding and I planned to just put all the sheets right back on the beds. So there I am folding clothes and the phone rings. It's Ke!
She's back to college and I was trying to encourage her about it since it was pretty obvious she didn't want to be at class. As I chatted with her I was folding and putting away clothes. I seriously think I have mild OCD cause like most things in life my laundry has to be folded and put away in a certain order or it bothers me. So I had just put my things away into my drawer and went to leave my bedroom when my foot caught on the extension cords Jaundice has strung out from our room to the living room. With every outlet in the living room overflowing with cords for the computers and television/DVD player/gaming consoles/lights/fish tanks he needed to extend a cord out to have a fan on in the living room while his cousin was here and he never got it straightened back up. I suppose I could have done it but I don't spend much time in our bedroom so I only ever think about it when I trip over it at night going to bed or getting up to hit the loo.
Until of course it got tangled around my foot as I was leaving the room yesterday. On instinct I tried not to drop the phone and caught my shoulder and hands on the doorjamb but still fell down onto my knees. My foot hurt like a mofo though so I got an icepack and iced it. It immediately looked bruised so I knew something was wrong but figured I couldn't have broken anything. So I just iced it and saw for about 30-40 mins. But it didn't feel any better. And when I got up to go to the bathroom my toes felt funny, like something was grinding. So I called Jaundice and work and asked him to take my to the immediate care before it closed.
We got there just before it closed and as I was limping in some dickweed goes rushing past me into the place and what do I overhear his injury is? He hurt his foot the other day on the job and it's still bothering him. So of course he gets seen before me despite the fact I was there first and he was a dick who got into the office first because he rushed past me. A rude visit from the PA later and I'm taken for an X-ray. The only bit of sunshine in the whole experience was the nice radiology guy. He and the PA look at the pics and sure enough just as I anticipated... my little toe (left foot) is fractured. Weird enough you can't tell by looking at it other than some slight puffiness around the toe it's injured at this point.
So they wanna put me in a bledsoe boot (the ones that come up to the knee). And they are out of the gawd damn medium ones. The small is too short and my foot swims in the large. So they write a prescript for me to take to Clark's which of course isn't open at 7:30 at night and the pharmacy is gonna be closed so I can't do anything for my foot last night.
I took some ibuprofen when I got home and it helped for about an hour. I slept like shit and when we got up to take Monk to school we ran over to Clark's but they aren't open till 9 so we run to the pharmacy and they aren't open till 9. We get my meds and head back to Clark's and the lady there tells me the guy who handles boots isn't in until 10am. Jaun has to be at work at 10 so I can't wait and she sends us over to Spectrum. Spectrum doesn't carry the damn things.
So I figured whatever I'll just ask my friend B if she can take me after lunchtime since my meds are knocking me out. She doesn't answer. She finally calls me back at about 1:30 and tells me she can't because her daughter is home sick. Which also means I can't get her to pick up Monk either. So I had to leave half an hour early and walk to get Monk in a fucking flipflop cause my foot is too swollen to fit into a shoe and it hurts too much.
I might take a photo of my foot just for the sake of showing people how bad of an injury I actualy have. Sure it's a tiny fracture in the toe but the rest of my foot got pretty battered as well.
I dunno what more to say about it... other than I feel as if I'm getting some kind of karmic bitch-slap for who knows what. My friend kind of let me down and I can't hoof it to the parent night thing which is pretty important and I'm just so angry and sad.