My Very 1st Posting!

Well, after many hours spent thinking and contemplating starting a blog, I finally did it, with the help of my friend Rebecca over at Poisoned Perception! Thank you soo very much Rebecca for your patience and understanding while I slowly get the hang of this!! And while helping me, she decided to get back into blogging after taking a bit of a break from it! So go check her out!!

Anyways, today I sit here, my 5th day, on the couch with my foot elevated and icing! Sunday I hurt it, and No, alcohol was not involved, but it sure was after!! I think I managed to drink a whole bottle of wine...and still had pain! Come to find out today a friend of mine back home hurt her foot and it sounds like we have done the same thing...the doctor told her she pulled some ligaments and chipped a bone...I have not been to the doctor yet...I'm hoping for the best because I CANNOT take this much longer. Being pretty much immobile is driving me nuts, literally! For example, I hopped into the kitchen a bit a go to put a cup in the sink and put a couple of dishes away. While putting a pan in its place, I found ants running around the cabinet like they owned it!! Uh, excuse me!! GTFO!!! When I saw them I broke into tears..We're talking snot running out of my nose and everything!! Why!? Because the ants are known to be bad here during the summer months and I wanted to spray the apartment earlier this week, but I've been stuck on the couch with frozen peas on my foot, so it hasn't gotten done. Also, I typically sweep the hardwood floors at least every other day, if not more often...and mop at least 2 times...I might have a vigorous cleaning schedule...OCD??? So, I'm just a bit frustrated because I know that I could have prevented these pesky little things from invading our home if I wasn't hurt. I managed to clear out the cabinet and put everything on the counter and spray the cupboard down...I drenched it!!!

I did all of this on one foot, mind you! My hip was hurting by the time I was done...so bad that I hobbled down the hall to our bedroom and dropped on the bed and cried some more. After about 5 minutes I told my self to get up, suck it up and quit feeling sorry for myself-because that's what I've been doing, feeling sorry for myself. And frustrated!! I'm going to keep positive this weekend and hope that it's better by Monday, to where I can at least put a little pressure on it and walk without crutches. I'd be happy to have a limp!