I absolutely hate foot shots, but what else can I blog about today? I broke a bone in my right foot yesterday afternoon while trying to clean the windows of our car.
Damn gas station driveway! Holes where you could bury the dead!
No weight on it! Manipulate crutches! Order a wheelchair for the airport. Fly almost 10 hours. Take our taxi to the Beltway Apartment.
And then six weeks like this!
Dang!
7 comments:
Damn!
The nice thing about the airport is that somebody pushes you around in a wheelchair and takes you through check-in. Then they help you on and off the plane. Sometimes I'm tempted to get out my back brace and walker when I fly, but I haven't flown in two years, and it's not fair to all the people who don't get special treatment. I know this is hard for you, but play the foot card for all it's worth.
Love,
Janie
I hope all will be better soon.
Oh no!!!
O wat is dat vervelend, daar zit je dan met je voet omhoog met uitzicht op je koffer....... Hoop dat je de tijd toch nog een beetje leuk doorkomt.
Groetjes, Janneke
Dat is flink balen.
Sterkte ermee!
Groetjes,
Oh no, Linda! Poor you! Six weeks - you could finish a crochet blanket, the whole of Downton Abbey or a ton of good books.
Amalia
xo
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