Today, after work, I had wonderful plans to clean my house and get things ready for a get together with my greatest friends at my house on Saturday. In my motivation, I decided I wanted to move a table I have downstairs to my bedroom. However, that never happened as part of the table fell as I had it lifted in the air and crushed my toes. After it happened I just kinda stood there swearing in my head and pretending it didn't hurt. Then, I slowly made my way back upstairs and into the kitchen to get ice. Once there, in the light, I noticed my sock was soaked. Ew. Then, I sat down in my living room and took it off. I totally did not expect to see what I did and went into a pretty bad shock and freak out and started crying. I just sat there for awhile and then called Joe (like he could do anything - he is thousands of miles away) and then decided to call my brother, who also lives here but doesn't have a car. So then I called Teira and left a message. Within 15 minutes she was over.
Happy early weekend to me...but so not worth it.
I am really mad it happened. I should have been more careful. And I just know it is going to take awhile to heal and I hate that. So tomorrow will be spent in bed watching movies with an elevated foot and ice.
Thank you, Teira for coming to help me. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't come!
Hope you all have a better start to your weekend! And enjoy some more Vince Guaraldi!