Twisted Ankle Joy

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.