Smack!

Last night I did some serious damage to my left foot. I wiped out as I was stepping into my shower and fell backwards onto the floor outside. It hurt like the Dickens. The kind of pain where you can't make noise. I somehow managed to fall asleep but when I woke up this morning my foot was throbbing. I decided I better go to the doctor since my foot was swollen, I couldn't walk on it, and it was super tender when I barley touched it. He took one look at it and sent me off to get an xray. Turns out I did some pretty good damage--tore some ligaments. I've been ordered to stay off it as much as possible for the next 2-3 weeks. Neat. He wanted to put a cast/brace on it but I said no. That looks so miserable and it really wouldn't go with any of my outfits.
I have to do some physical therapy after my 2-3 weeks otherwise the possibility of it tearing again are very high. UGH. I'm just glad it's only 2-3 weeks and not 6-8. I'm also grateful that it's the top of my foot because I can at least limp around without it being too terribly painful. I just look ridiculous.
And then there's the whole no working out thing that I'm mourning over. Boo! I'm unemployed--working out is the only interesting part of my day! At least I have this little one to keep me company on the sofa!