So, my girls weekend in Florida was a total bust. The first day in, first thing in the morning, I broke my leg in two spots. I ended spending all day that day in the ER until I had surgery that night and then the next two days in a hospital bed. I had to have a rod put in, which that is the last thing bothering me. My tib fracture hurts like hell and left me an ugly, ugly fracture blister. I can feel the bones moving and adjusting down there everytime I move my leg. Plus, I also broke my toe, but it's actually something broken in the top of my foot and it hurts like hell. I have a walker or crutches on every floor of our house to get around. It's such a pain. I can barely carry anything so I'm not able to clean up the house like I'd like it to be or take care of myself. I'm going insane. The fiancee is trying and he's gotten better, but our house right now, is no were up to my standards. And it's going to be a minimum of 2 months until I can start doing things on my own like that. Needless to say I am very frustrated. I cry on a daily basis of how hard this is. I'd really rather take pain meds for the two months and not leave the bed. It's embarressing trying to walk around in public with a walker. I'm always holding everyone up and people stare like crazy. I have zero appetite and nothing will quench my thirst. I'm a depressed mess.
OH and of course, my Dallas trip had to be cancelled so both trips I was so looking forward to this winter ruined. :(
If I didn't have bad luck, I'd have no luck at all.
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