I've been mostly bedridden now for almost three weeks and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't going a little stir crazy... The ailment? Well, I broke my foot in the stupidest way possible: I fell and tripped wearing high heels. People always say "hey you'll break an ankle in those things!" and I cringe to say it happened to me. I've never broken a bone before and so this is my first time ever having a cast and I really hope it's the last because the thing is just miserable. I'm hoping and praying that I won't require surgery, but evidentially a Jones fracture is one of the most difficult spots you can break... Go figure. I've had to learn all about the struggle that is crutches and boy are they exhausting. I can only go out and about for a couple of hours before I'm too tired and have to go home and elevate my foot. I got a knee scooter for the apartment which has been incredibly helpful in getting around, but that only goes so far.
In the meantime I've been catching up on a lot of Netflix, a lot of reading, and of course a lot of sleep, as well as taking a ton of supplements and vitamins to help bone strength. I am by nature a total busy body, though, so this whole situation has been incredibly frustrating. I don't do so well sitting still for so long, especially when it's ruining my summer... But nothing I can do about it now, I'm just trying to figure it all out. Like my friend Ricki said, maybe it's the universe's way of saying I need to slow down. Part of me says "screw you universe!" but the other part of me says "okay, fine."