So by now you have all seen the pics of my foot. Yes it sucked pretty damn bad. The weird part is that it didn’t hurt at all. I mean I felt pressure and a pop. I actually though I had crushed something. I picked up my foot and saw the bracket and said “this is going to be bad” and called for the wife to bring me a towel. I couldn’t remove the thing and after a couple of half-hearted tries I had Michelle bring my cell phone and called 911. The operator couldn’t find our address at first but she eventually got me to the ambulance dispatcher. I took those pictures between calling 911 and calling my boss to her know karaoke would be cancelled. The firt pain was while they were wrapping my foot with gauze to immobilize the bracket. Then every time they bounced the stretcher or the amublance went over a bump I had shooting pain. We got to the hospital and the doctor shot me up with a local anisthetic. He tried to get it out to no avail. Then I realized it couldn’t have gone in at that angle. I explained to him to try and rotate it. He tried down to no avail and then up. It rotated with ease and slid out with no resistance. They flushed out the wound, gave me antibiotics, a prescription for pain pills and more antibiotics, and sent me home.

Now is where things stop being normal. Pain meds affect me strangely. They make me nervous, give me the sweats, and I generally cannot sleep while on them. So my foot hurting sucks but the pain meds suck as well. So here I am at 0700 on a Sunday after being unable to sleep all night knowing I don’t have enough left in me to make it to church. I can feel the sleep creeping up and overtaking the side effects of the pain meds. This is a good thing except for the missing church part and that sucks. But at least I have enough in me to cook breakfast for the family. The kids are going to love it to be honest. I am glad of that. I love cooking for them. Yes I will be propped up on crutches in the kitchen cooking breakfast for my babies. I want to do it. In fact I am fighting off sleep to able to do it.

Let me also say that trying to make your own sea salt bath in which to soak your foot while on crutches is a pain in the butt. You see I have to soak it in a sea salt bath three times a day, rinse with betadine, and re-bandage. It is important the bandages stay dry. Feet apparently get infected easily. I can’t shower on my own at the moment. I will barely be able to fix breakfast. My wife has been amazing. I feel so bad asking her to do things for me but the crutches make everything near impossible. I tried walking without them and a had a realization. My foot doesn’t hurt all that bad. Yeah it hurts but I can almost stand the pain. But it just gives out before I get all my weight on it. It is likely a reaction to the pain and not any damage. Legs and feet do that. I could probably force it but I don’t want to do permanent damage or anything like that.

Say a prayer for me. My job goes away in three weeks and it’s gonna be rough feeding my family if I don’t find work. I have tons of feelers out and my resume is all over the place. So it shouldn’t be too hard. I want the stress to go away though. So pray something comes through soon. I need less stress right now.