Tuesday, September 7, 2010
I broke my foot
I am such a klutz. Ran home, slipped and thought oops - something hurts. I assumed I'd just torn a ligament or something. Struggled through the night and this morning an xray confirmed a break. Damn. So I'm going to be in plaster for 4-6 weeks. Good looking guys who'd like to apply for temporary slave status - please get in touch.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
7 comments:
What rotton luck. It must be seriously annoying to hop about. But, selfish person that I am, I'm glad you didnt break your arm/hand and can still write, and at least you know what part of you feels like, unable to move, rock solid...omg, think MC cursed you?
OMG - you're right!! It's all Eli's fault.
Eli did it because he knows there's nothing sexier than a wounded woman. It's kinda like the excitement a predator gets when he knows the prey is limping.
Ah Fred, not sure current husband finds it sexy but he was kind enough to put up the ironing board at a low level so I could sit with my foot up and STILL iron. What a sweetheart!
Hysterical. If I tried that with the wife, the doctor's would have the x-rays up, wordering, "How the hell did that ironing board get up your....Never mind.
Oops, that's what I get for posting comments without coffee engaged. Let me try this again.
Oh my. When I heard "accident" I assumed car accident and envisioned you being extracted from some twisted metal wreckage. Glad it wasn't quite so traumatic, but sad to hear it's a painful break.
I was hoping it might free you up for more quality time at the computer but *sigh* then there's real life, huh?
Get better soon, Barbara!
Post a Comment