The foot is still friggin’ broken.
But. It is healing.
Which means that surgery is not in my future.
I am to stay in the air cast another THREE weeks.
Oh! And I’m NOT supposed to walk on it. At.All.

Sound like fun?
Yeah.
That’s what I thought.

For those of you that are keeping track…. This would be the SEVENTH week of this nightmare. By the time I see my Doctor again it will have been TEN weeks.

Umm. Can you hear the screaming in my head?
Wha? You can’t?
Shocking. Because that chick inside of my head is LOUD.

Love this show.
LOVE this clip.
Had to share.

My foot is broken but clearly my hands aren’t.

Say, “Hello”, to my new air-cast. (a.k.a.- Torture of my life.)
And I will say “Hello” to TWO MORE WEEKS of this nonsense.

ANSWERS TO QUESTIONS:
1. I am not trying to tease you all with a comeback…. because I’m not “back”.
And I can’t say when I will be. At this point I am content with only blogging when I really, really want to. Which, as you can see, hasn’t been very often.
2. Yes. That is a tattoo on my toe. I got it when I was 19 and it hurt. Badly. And no…. it has not faded one tiny bit. In fact, kids often mistake it for being a sticker….. Go figure.