I literally heard a *snap* sound when my right food made contact with the floor. /Almost/ passed out from the pain. Had a sleepy (Klonopin-induced) thought that I probably fractured a bone (my feet are slender).
This morning? OMG. PAIN. THE PAIN. It's only slightly swollen, but I'm pretty sure that yup, I broke a freakin' bone on the SIDE OF MY FOOT hopping out of the chair last night.
O GOODY. OWWWWWWWWW.
Open letter to my higher power:
I know the deathmobile was acting up worse yesterday, but PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE let it make it through today, so that I can at least have it looked at this weekend. Really, I'm freaking right on out.
Plus, You wouldn't make me stand outside waiting for help on a broken foot would Ya? Also, I promise to work on that road rage thing BIG TIME if You'll work with me on this one.
Oh yeah...if You could help with rent, I'd appreciate that, too. And also help me find SOMETHING ELSE THAT WON'T EAT HALF MY SALARY. And a new landlord who won't arbitrarily raise the rent.
Thank You for any consideration You might throw my way.
Your humble but scared and in pain servant
In good news, there's /almost/ nothing better than waking up to "Turner & Hooch" when it starts on cable. :> :> :> Great movie :)