next time, i'm going to the graaand canyon!

my day started off well. after dropping my boyfriend off at the train station before dawn broke, i peacefully rested my head upon my pillow to get more shut-eye. i awoke and sent a few emails, watched some television, made myself breakfast - all the normal stuff you do when you have the summer off. today though, i had plans to meet some old work colleagues for lunch.

while setting the plans, my friend and i were talking about the ungodly heat in the west. i made mention of power problems when heat like this occurs. (karma incident #1) we secured plans for lunch and i made my way to the shower.

i walked to the nearby bar & grill, only to find it was closed. we chose another location where i quickly discovered that they were not open for lunch. we finally drove to a different neighborhood and enjoyed our 2-hour lunch together.

during the lunch, we discussed issues at our previous place of employment, future plans, recent trips, and the movie sicko, which another friend and i enjoyed over the weekend. i was talking about the failing healthcare system in our country and how other countries seem to be on the right track. i then made the comment that i didn't even know the last time that i used my health insurance that i pay so dearly for. (karma incident #2)

while leaving the restaurant, i made my way down the curb where i hear "crack!" and then feel a shooting pain in my foot where i just landed on it wrong. i stood there, on the side of the street, stunned and in a state of shock and pain. i walked across the street and got into the car. on the drive back to my place, it began to swell and throb. when i arrived home and attempted to step out of the car, i couldn't move. my left foot no longer allowed me to stand without an enormous amount of pain. i literally hopped to the door and then pulled my way up the one flight of stairs. i hobbled into my apartment where i quickly discovered there was no power. FUCK. Karma.
due to the growth on the side of my foot and the pain i was enduring, i called my upstairs neighbor to take me to the doctor.

my family practice sent me to the emergency room, where i spent the next 3 1/2 hours in a wheelchair. i was finally told my foot was broken, after the nurse practitioner pushes and prods on every area of my foot. i should have screamed "HOLY SHIT!" then, the gay doctor (this is still being investigated) came in to tell me about the clean break and that i'd be casted and on crutches for about 4 weeks.

i think i was rushed out of the ER because my friends and i were laughing hysterically about the hoveround commercials and my need for such a vehicle. surely this would get me outta this place! i was fitted for a semi-permanent cast, experienced "crutches 101" and then sent on my way.

an interesting day. to say the least...the very least.

here are some pictures. giggle at my expense, if you wish!

my foot, in it's current state

how i get around these days



spotted this at the hospital - his and his hoveround!
i'm thinking about ordering this to move me around!

UPDATE: doctor has been confirmed "gay as a $3 bill".