OMG, I hate being a cripple!  I finally went to the ER to have my ankle looked at, because I finally had the co-pay money my insurance requires, and the injured foot was a little darker color than the uninjured one, and I got a little freaked out.  Turns out I have a Jones fracture; they put me in a cast boot and told me to see the orthopedic surgeon.  I saw him today, and he said it's already healing, so I have to go back in 3 weeks for another x-ray to see if it's going to need surgical stabilization or not.  (Hopefully not).

I'm still suppose to stay off of it, so yesterday when I had to go grocery shopping, I used one of those automated shopping carts--I have a whole new appreciation for the physically disabled right now.  You only get to see half the store in those things, and man do I hate being so short!  It is NOT COOL having everybody else tower over you like that.  I'm pretty sure, having had this experience, if I ever needed to spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair, I would become suicidal.  It's fine for skinning and all, but I have a whole lot of active life I live that I was unaware of until this happened that I NEED to keep me sane.  Things like walking the dog, shopping, seeing things, going places, just standing in the kitchen and cooking, or doing laundry and stuff.

I just wanted to post this, because I know there are some of you here who are disabled, and I guess I took your conditions for granted.  It's a whole lot harder than it looks, and I just wanted to express to you my admiration for the fact that you do it every day!