I want to officially apologize to my mom and dad for calling them up at 10 o'clock at night, asking them what I should do about my foot. Yesterday I managed to twist my ankle (though my foot hurts much worse,) to the point where I had to ask them the dreaded question, "Do you think I should go to the emergency room?" Well, I didn't. Hubby was thinking we should go, but apart from the excruciating pain and slight swelling, I could not see anything else wrong with it.
This has, however, created new challenges with teaching Romeo and Juliet and Oedipus Rex today - not even mentioning the fact that 'oedipus' means clubbed foot and all, but my students come in and I am limping around collecting their homework. This morning I didn't know what to do, so I stuck a black slipper over my make-shift cast and wore a black shoe on the other foot. Unfortunately, my slipper has little flowers appliqued on top, which were a dead give-away, but I never claimed to be a fashion icon or anything.
All of this comes on the heals (no pun intended) of me breaking my little toe on the other foot a few weeks ago, and getting sick last weekend. Maybe the cosmos wants me to stay home tomorrow, I don't know. Hubby said last night while I was writhing in pain, blowing my nose, and nursing my baby, "Wow. Life sucks for you right now." which, if you know my husband, is an expression of extreme condolence.
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I'm sorry you're in pain, but that's very funny about teaching "Oedipus" with a swollen foot. Just don't get any thoughts about what to do for _Lord of the Flies_ next go-round.
ReplyDeleteLoved the cooking adventure, by the way. In case I haven't already shared it with you, here's one of my favorites along these lines: Jean-Paul Sartre's Cooking Diary. You'll find it here: http://meyerweb.com/other/humor/sartre.html.
I love it! I will have to incorporate this into my philosophy unit where we start off by relating all the philosophies to their relationships to cake. (Socrates questions the need for cake, Plato doesn't believe the perfect cake can exist in this world, and Aristotle just says to follow the recipie and you will have dessert.) Hubby needs to read this!
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