The first month of my thirties has been fun and interesting. Since I have not posted since the end of last month I considered holding out on you all and waiting until Sunday to post something and then claim I forgot February but it was an awesome month and I don't think I could forget it.
Starting with my thpectacular thirtieth birthday. The first thing I did was call the doctor and make an appointment to get my left foot checked out. I'll go in depth on the why and the outcome further on. Made an appointment for the following Friday. Then Collin gave me my first present of the day; a beautiful 10" by 20" cast iron griddle/grill pan. This is something I have wanted FOREVER - even more so after we moved into our house with it's glorious gas range. I use it at least once a week for Sunday breakfast.
The second gift (not pictured) was that Collin had made an appointment to get my lip pierced. It was quick with minimal swelling and is almost completely healed. I love it, and can't wait to start changing up the jewelry next month. Of course to finish off the fabulous day I slammed my finger in the car door. The scab left from the injury is now almost to the end of my finger nail (from growing out) and I am morbidly curious to see what happens in the next week when it makes it all the way to the end... This picture was minutes after it happened.
The real serious pain started the Tuesday before my dirty thirty. I wore a pair of heels I hadn't worn in a year or so. I don't think I rolled my foot or anything during the day but on the drive home I felt this sharp searing pain around the area that had been sore on the top outside region of my foot. I drive an automatic so my foot was not doing anything spectacular, it was just chilling there like the lazy bastard it is. The pain still seemed to come and go so me being me pushed on through the week. The only way I could explain the level of pain was that it was very similar to the pain I felt when I broke my right foot in 2013.
I made an appointment to see someone (not even my regular doctor, that's how uncomfortable it was) for the Friday post birthday. I limped around for the next few days, grinning and bearing it, but by Monday afternoon it was evident I couldn't make it to Friday, I needed to know what was going on. Tuesday I called to try and get in earlier, but nada. The super awesome person I spoke with informed me that they could see cancellations at 6am and to try back the next morning. So I did, and was happy to hear they had an appointment available that morning. I went in, the doctor poked at my foot, talked about the symptoms, and sent me down to get x-rays. They did a quick scan of the films before I left and she didn't see any obvious signs of a fracture (this later baffled me and you'll understand why) but they were going to refer it to podiatry for review.
Next day the doctor calls and informs me there is a small fracture in my fifth metatarsal and if I still have my post op shoe from my right foot break I should be wearing that and they will get me referred to the fracture clinic. Got that sucker scheduled for the 13th, and had fun wearing my super awesome shoe for the next week. Friday the 13th (my lucky day) arrived and off to the fracture clinic I went. I get back to the cast room (all their appointments are in the "cast room") and the doctor comes over. He asks me if they had informed me I had a Jones Fracture. I told him no and asked for details. He said I broke my left foot in the exact same place as my right foot and proceeded to show me my films from the previous week. He also requested I have additional films taken. The below is the film from my right foot from June 2013. If you were to take this film and mirror it you would have a great indication of what my left foot look likes on the inside. Now you should be able to understand my bafflement at the fact the very sweet doctor didn't see any immediate fractures....
Super fun part of my appointment? When the x-ray tech took film of the wrong part of my foot (my ankle) walked me back to the cast room just for them to have to send me back to x-ray to get film of the correct part of my body. After the second trip to x-ray (thank god it's around the corner and down the hall from the fracture/cast area) the doctor went over the films with me and told me he was putting me in a boot. I asked why, and explained my last break was treated via ace bandage wrap and the post op shoe. He was appalled by this. I explained the fracture clinic must have been booked because they couldn't squeeze me in until over six weeks post injury for my consult. He then mentioned I could take the boot or he would put me in a cast. I quickly agreed to the boot. I have a follow up appointment March 20th. Fingers crossed I am all healed up and given the all clear to run. Oh, to run again... I daydream about it. Right now I would look like half of a young Forrest Gump.
For Valentine's day, being us, we did nothing spectacular. Just went out and bought a new fridge. We had to wait a week to get it delivered and the old one hauled away, but as you will see it was worth it. A picture is worth a thousand words and OMG I love this fridge so freaking much I just want to make out with it.
Because one of us being decently injured wasn't enough with a toddler running around, poor Collin strained a muscle in his back. It was bad enough that he was unable to sit or really stand comfortably. We were supposed to go to the Spring Home & Garden show this past Sunday, but it ended up just being a mommy daughter day so he could get into urgent care. The doctor gave him a note and two prescriptions to help and reiterated his need for the stretches he is supposed to do for the injury he received eight years ago when he was rear ended on I-5. Last night was the first time he was able to sleep in bed since last week. Poor thing was sleeping on the floor and then the futon. He finally seems to be feeling somewhat better.
We make quite the pair, huh? Busted foot me, and jacked up back him. We know how to keep shit exciting. Have I mentioned how fast string bean is when she wants to be??
More excitement is just around the corner, I'm sure. I've missed you all, and hope you have missed me just as much.
