Broken bones and broken plans

I broke my foot.  It's so dumb. 

I don't have an exciting adventurous story to go along with this broken foot.  That would make it somewhat cool.  Nope.  I am the idiot that breaks her foot by just walking.

I had just left Brittany's house yesterday after picking up Max after work.  I put Max's car seat in the base and was walking around the back of my car to the driver's side.  I stepped on a rock or a twig or something that caused my left foot to be uneven and so my foot rolled to the outside and I heard a crack.  I knew instantly that it hurt but I hope that I had just twisted it and that it would feel better in a few moments.

During the short drive home it continued to throb and I started to think that something might really be wrong.  When I got to our parking garage I loaded Max into the stroller along with all the bags I drag with me everyday (laptop bag, nursing pump bag, diaper bag, purse).  I was able to push Max and put a little weight on my foot but I had to go slower and it still hurt.  By the time I got to our door I was in a lot of pain and couldn't push the stroller over the threshold. 

Once inside I immediately elevated my foot.  I took my shoe off and noticed there was already some swelling.  Peter brought me some ice and some Advil and I hoped like crazy the pain would start going away.  After about 2 hours of deliberating what to do, I was clear that it wasn't going to get better and I needed to go see a doctor.  So we loaded poor, tired Max up and headed to an Urgent Care.  I was in so much pain that I couldn't walk on it at all to get to the car.  I tried to hop but it was too far to go all the way through our hallways to the parking garage so Peter went back and got the rolling office chair and pushed me to our car on that.

Luckily there were no patients at the Urgent Care and they got to me immediately.  I really hoped it wasn't broken - I've never broken any bones and up until my C-section, I had never had an stitches or sprains or anything.  I hadn't even had my wisdom teeth out.  (At the hospital they called my medical history "vanilla" - meaning completely plain).  They took X-rays and I waited for the verdict.  The doctor came out and asked if I had ever broken anything, I looked at him and said "why, because I have now?" and he said yes.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!  My perfect, vanilla medical history has turned into rocky road this year.  I fractured my 5th metatarsal.

So I now have a boot on my foot and some crutches because I can't bear any weight on my foot even with the boot.  They say it will take 4-6 weeks to heal and I have an appt to see an orthopedic specialist in 2 days.  I have pain meds which are okay to take while nursing but prohibit me from driving.

Ugh, it's a mess.  I am supposed to go to Arkansas on Friday.  There's no way I can walk through airports at this point.  I have 98% of my Christmas shopping left to do.  I had all these plans of things I want to do like baking and decorating and getting Max's pictures taken.  I can't even really go into the office at this point.  Then there's my son - I can't carry him around.  I can't even push him in the stroller.  I certainly can't carry him in his car seat up Brittany's stairs.  WHAT BAD TIMING!

So, I will work from home for now.  I will try and do my Christmas shopping online.  I will discard some of my plans and others I will adjust.  I will have to get help from my loving husband and my awesome sister.  And thank goodness Kimberly and Kaitlyn will be here in a week. 

This stinks.  Happy Holidays to me.