If you've found me on FB, you know I sprained my ankle on Saturday. I don't even have an exciting story, I just tripped down the stairs and landed wrong. A friend suggested I tell people I made the mistake of kicking Jerome's butt while he was wearing his steel undies, but that could start a whole other conversation I don't want.

Anywho

I went to my appointment with the orthopedist today, fully expecting to be told to take it easy for a while and it should heal fine.

I should have known. Nothing about injuries in our family is ever easy. Or normal.

I am one of the few whose c-shaped bone that holds the arch in place never fused together. I know there's a fancy name for it but I don't remember what the doc called it, I don't want to google it, and I simply don't care at this moment. The tendon that connects the bone to my calf muscles grew over one of the bone parts and holds the two bone parts together. That's the tendon I strained. In order for it to heal, I have to stay completely off it for at least 4 weeks. There's a 40% chance that it still won't heal and I will need to have surgery to take out that extra bone and reattach the tendon the right way. Leave it to me...

So, I have 3 kids to homeschool (in the basement), a 100 pound dog to take outside, a house to clean, Mt. Laundries to tackle, swim lessons, play dates, church, sports, errands.

Did I mention that my injured foot is my right foot? As in my driving foot?

God must be giggling.

One came from Pinterest (holy crafting addiction) and one came from my house. But they both give me the giggles.