Well, I set out yesterday to get some exercise, and decided to go with my husband to the reservoir to walk the dogs. I did not change out of my dansko shoes, and sure enough, I fell on the uneven pavement. I thought I could walk out the pain, but by the end of the almost 3 mile walk, I knew I needed ice, and badly. After looking at my right foot after we returned, my husband thought I should call our doctor, so I got an appointment and lay in the sunroom for three hours with my foot up, icing it. The doctor then looked at it, sent me for Xrays, and lo and behold, I fractured my fifth metatarsal bone. I have to see a podiatrist, but no one answered, and we'll see if I get a call back, or end up waiting until next week. Doctors these days often work only four days with big lunch breaks and close by 4 pm. My foot feels okay just sitting, but I have to hobble a bit, and have had to cancel everything for the next couple of days. I usually am so good at changing to the appropriate shoes, and I have twisted my foot a dozen times before in danskos, so I know better. I was just in a rush and not thinking.
Well, I guess I'll be reading a lot. Just to top off yesterday's fiasco, we watched the sad end of the Cards hopes for the World Series, with them outclassed in every way and looking like they'd already given up all hope. Nobody even tried to really run to first base. So the best team did win, and it wasn't ours. Oh, well, time to concentrate on the A's again.
Happy Halloween! I missed seeing my foster granddaughter because of my fall, and now she won't get her goodies until next week. She's going as a fifties ponytailed girl. My granddaughter up north is going as a snow princess. I wish I could see them!
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