It happened one morning
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cboop444 on Tue, 06/26/2007 at 8:28am.
The morning of the eighth of June, on a Friday, while making Tim's lunch before I went to work. I was walking down the garage steps got to the last one and stepped on my foot wrong and broke it. Of course the stubborn person that I can be, I went to work and walked on it all day thinking I had only twisted alittle. Being old you have those twist that seem awful, but suffer through for sake of own mind. Ralph and his skiing accident comes to mind, I believe he said that he didn't get medical attention for a bit either. Having no medical insurance at this time, I waited until Monday morning to go to the doctor instead of urgent care. And low and behold the foot was broke, the outside bone that connects to your little toe.
In the two weeks since finding out, I've had 2 casts, and now a boot. I couldn't take having a cast on my foot, it made me react just like having a claustrophobic attack, it was an unbearable feeling of not being able to remove the cast, I couldn't bring myself around the fact that it was just a cast, the point I couldn't remove it drove me to distraction that sent Tim up the wall, he almost agreed to cut it off one night, but we waited and consulted the doctor the next day. I hope my foot heals right,I keep the boot on, but I can remove it and that made all the difference. I realize this sounds pretty crazy, but rest assured, that this trait probably comes from my side of the family.
I seem to be on the mend and trying to get used to sitting around more. Love to all Carol
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