I Broke My Damn Foot!

So, I was taking Saul out about 7 this morning and I stepped off the steps wrong and broke my right foot. The doctor in the ER said it is about the worst kind of break I can have because any weight on the foot will result in me having to have surgery and have pins placed in my foot. So, for now I am in a soft cast until I see the orthopedic specialist on Monday. I am having to learn how to hobble my large ass around on crutches. I am finding that most difficult to master.

The bone I broke is the one that is connected to my pinky toe and runs along the outside of the foot. It hurts like a BASTARD!!

I contend that if my doctors had placed me on Fosamax or Boniva when my osteoporosis was first discovered then I would not have a broken foot this morning. Breaking it as eaisly as I did tells me that my osteoporosis is much worse than previously thought.

Saul was wonderful when I fell. Usually he will take advantage of any perceived weakness to dart away from you. When I fell though I hollered LOUD and he stood over me and licked my face until Terry got outside and could put him in his pen. He is really curious about my cast. He keeps walking up and sniffing it....then he gives my arm a kiss and waits a few minutes and repeats the process. What a sweetie!