It has been a bad couple weeks in our home. Ry was in the ER 3 times last week for various things: possible blood clot, possible bowel obstruction, etc. He has been miserable. He's lost 20 pounds in 2 weeks. Finally he's starting to feel better, it's been a long hard recovery for him. I feel really bad that he's had such a hard time. He's ready to be up and feeling "normal" again.
I guess I was feeling left out or something because Sunday night I hurt myself. I was standing on the couch and wiping off the blinds. When I stepped down, I stepped right onto a charger and the prongs went into the bottom of my foot. Holy cow, it hurt so bad. I think I cried for at least an hour. Ry said you could hear the cord crunching into my foot. I can't walk or drive. It's super lame. Ry and I are a real pair walking around, him with a recovering knee and me with a busted foot. We're both limping around on crutches. It's a lovely sight. Hopefully this is the end for us and we can move on and have no more injuries for a very very long time. Now all we have to do is wait for our enormous hospital bills that are awaiting us. Oh the joy!