A big heavy sigh. UGGG. Six weeks in an ugly clunky boot. That is the latest development with my ankle woes. A simple twist of the ankle on grocery shopping Monday and six months later, here I am. Sidelined. Just what am I suppose to do with three rowdy boys on summer vacation for the next six weeks? Sit? Big heavy sigh. I'm just bummed out.
I know life could dish out far worse fates, but at the moment I feel like pouting. I don't want to sit around all summer. I don't want to wear an ugly boot. Why wasn't this taken care of months ago? If I had decent medical care this would have all been put to bed by now. Big heavy sigh.
So that's that. I'm left to sit on my bruised/broken tailbone and sigh.
I could use some cheering up folks! Send some love. (Or wine)