Crappy Day

I got stomped in soccer today. Not figuratively - literally. Young girl stomped on my foot and I think she broke the top of my foot. It could just be "bruised" which, in that part of my foot, according to my (medical genius) sister, is just as bad. Luckily I have crutches from the last time one of klutzes us got hurt so I can hobble about. But I won't be able to mow the lawn or do the remaining bits of housework.

I feel bad for the girl that stomped me. I know she felt bad and I didn't do much to let her know it's not a big deal and she should just let it go. You play a contact sport and getting hurt is just one of the risks you take. She was playing unsportsman like or anything. We were just in close quarters and her monster foot found mine (she was tall, thus the monster feet).

I guess the bad stuff that happened today, when I got lost going to Paul's place, that made me have a break down and leave, was very fortuitous because I got most of the housework done when I came back home. Of course, I'm not quite sure how the getting rear ended fits into my day of hell but it was good I was there to protect the motorcycle from the lady that hit me. That's my silver lining and I'm sticking with it!

I can't bare the thought of the emergency room on a Saturday afternoon/evening, so I'll wait to see how the foot is in the morning. I have a bottle of water and a puppy that loves me. Oh, and my BFF just called. She will come keep me company...that means I can have some wine to comfort me, too. :)

Let's hope tomorrow is better. K? K!