if it ain't broke...

Well... it is.

Note: the guy in the right corner behind me. Funny. Also, don't judge me. I look like a mess and that's because I was.

Story: (It's not even a cool story.) I went home early from work because I was feeling mysteriously and suddenly nauseous. I rested for a few hours and then headed to my cousin's house for the Bachelor finale.

I was on the last step of my stairs and my ankle just gave out. I have weak ankles. Surprised I have gone this far without an injury.

Anyway, there went my ankle and the side of my foot broke my fall.

I even heard a CRACKING sound.

(It makes me cringe just thinking about it.)

I totally thought I was fine because I am clumsy and fall all the time. I went to the kitchen to grab my popcorn maker and that's when I realized there was a problem. I really couldn't walk.

I called Kirk and he told me to come right over so we could figure out a game-plan. I had borrowed his car to come home from work early so hobbled myself (thought about crawling across the street) And drove myself to his place with my left foot... not easy.

I was kind of freaking out because if it was broken, how could I work? How would I pay for the hospital bills? What am I going to do?

Luckily, Kirk was immediately on the ball and making phone calls left and right. (Seriously, thank the Lord for Kirk.)

Short story long, I made it to the E.R. and took a few X-rays and it was determined there was a small bone break on the right side of my right foot. A piece of my BONE broke off! AH!

So now I am on crutches and have a little boot on my foot.

Luckily, the doc said I could try walking on it in a week and should be fully healed in a month or so.

Oooooooh Mondays...