Bad patient

I'm afraid that I am a very bad patient.  I was REALLY upset after breaking my foot.  I was so excited to begin yoga again, and start walking so that I could eventually start running again (I still have plans to run a marathon one day!).  Plus, we were starting a new 'no processed foods' journey, which of course means quite a bit of cooking.  Doesn't work so well on crutches.  And the idea of another surgery, another recovery, another week feeling like an MIA mom, is just awful.

My sweet, sweet husband saw all of this and decided to take my x-rays to see the doctor (I don't go until Monday).  The dr says based on what he sees I do NOT have to have surgery.  Ohh, I am SO thankful!

I'm still not a great patient.  It's horrible being dependent on others for everything.  I can't even get a bowl of cereal because I can't carry anything and walk at the same time.  And I'm awful on crutches.  I lose my balance and fall constantly, so trying to cook right now is a real no.  Plus, my kids are so honest it hurts.  They are sick of having a 'sick' momma.  I can't jump on the trampoline or go down to the creek and see their fort, I am in bed with my foot iced and elevated quite a bit, and they have to be 'careful' when they try to sit with me.  Oh well, this too shall pass.  If only I weren't so bored - it gives me a lot of time to feel guilty.

My adorable and amazing hubby planned a 3 day weekend in SA to celebrate my release from the dr after my hysterectomy for this weekend.  So we are now at this beautiful 4 star hotel enjoying some much needed time together.  It stinks that my foot is broken, but its wonderful to have Carl all to myself.  And the kids are thrilled to be with their aunts and cousins for a few days.  As a matter if fact, the first thing Carlye asked when I fell was "Do I still get to, I mean, do you still get to go to San Antonio?"