One foot, two foot, red foot.... swollen foot?
I'm having to remind myself about every 5 minutes that I am indeed grateful to have feet. I spend the long minutes in between those reminders cursing my right foot. Whoops, the five minute mark has rolled around again, hang on... I AM GRATEFUL TO HAVE FEET!!! I'm not quite sure what is wrong with my foot. Stress fracture, maybe? I only know that it has been hurting since last Tuesday/Wednesday, and I, being stubborn and slightly stupid, have not had it seen about. Well, I do have kind of an excuse: I was in San Antonio from last Wednesday to late Sunday night to see Kate graduate from AF basic training, so I "couldn't" see a doctor. During my visit to SA, my mother (bless her) tried to convince me to use a wheelchair on more than one occasion. I started pretending that I couldn't hear her. :) I thought it would just get better on its own; I thought that maybe I had just strained it. It got worse yesterday- WAY worse. I can now hardly flex or point my foot, I h