Things I can still do while my foot hurts:
1. Write 55 words that don't necessarily have to make sense
2. Wish we had penguins in Michigan
3. Feel slightly guilty about wondering whether penguins would taste good deep-fried in a basket with some french fries on the side
4. Realize that all this rain makes me have to pee
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Yes, my bladder is full enough to become my own private rain cloud.
Feel free to make a haiku out of that.
Here's the update on my foot troubles:
The x-rays came back. Good news in some areas, not-so-great news in other areas.
The good news is that I DON'T need surgery.
I will, however, need to wear special corrective things on my feet for the rest of my life. Two different types of things, in fact.
It's ok. They aren't conspicuous, and they fit easily inside my socks. Once I have my shoes on, no one can tell. I have them on right now. (See? You didn't notice at all until I said something.)
I am supposed to STAY OFF my feet and avoid all weight-bearing exercise for the next few months. Today I actually got a temporary handicap parking thingy which will last for the next 6 months. In a freaky macabre sort of way, I'm really excited about this. I mean, heck, if I'm going to hurt, I might as well hurt close to the front door, right?
All in all, I'm so glad I don't need surgery that everything else sounds pretty good in comparison.
Car in front of me: "Well, you don't need surgery. On the other hand, I'm going to go 20 mph in front of you all the way into town until you're 15 minutes late for work."
Cat: "Well, you don't need surgery, but I just barfed on your favorite chair."
Aliens: "Well, you don't need surgery, but we're going to go ahead and probe you anyway."