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A brand-new, not plucked from Lifenut archives post at Mile High Mamas, up today.

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Lame

It’s a long story involving Target, crutches, urgent care, ice, painkillers, and now me in bed with the laptop.

I hurt my right foot quite badly yesterday while shopping for Halloween clearance items. I smacked the top, bony part into the corner of the checkout counter because I was in a hurry. Throughout the day the pain increased to the point I couldn’t put any pressure on it. The top of my foot is swollen so much I cannot wear regular shoes, not that I am going anywhere.

According to the urgent care doctor, I didn’t break any of those pencil-thin bones. I have a deep foot contusion, however. It isn’t pretty.

When I woke up this morning, I honestly thought my foot would be much better—and nobody ever accuses me of being an optimist. I got out of bed and got right back in. I cannot walk without terribly sharp pain.

That’s all. Just crying on your shoulders. Keeping my ugly foot elevated.

Being lame.

Thank you

Masked Mom passed along the October Perfect Post award to me for Incident.

Thanks also to Petroville and Suburban Turmoil for hosting.

As I told Masked Mom, it wasn’t easy to write that post. So thanks, Masked Mom.