Linda Ronstadt wrote a song, "Poor, poor, pitiful me." I like singing Linda Ronstadt songs which is good because it looks like this is going to be my anthem for the next two months.
My mood quickly changed after the doctor reviewed the x-rays. I have broken the fifth metatarsal bone. CRUD! Repeatedly the doctor told me I could put absolutely no pressure on my foot for 6-8 weeks. This is very problematic, how does that happen?
The biggest disappointment is that I will be going to West Point on crutches to see my son. I was going to drive to NY with my disabled mom and my two OS in two weeks. My husband started a new job and has very limited vacation time. Our plan was to meet him in NY and all go together. Now it looks like I'll be packing a wheelchair for me, and perhaps one for my mom. Thousands of people attend A-Day, nothing is going to make me miss seeing my boy but never, in my wildest imagination, did I think I'd be greeting him in crutches.
Next week the doctor puts a regular cast on my foot. I never thought a silly turn of the foot would land me in a position like this.