Showers and Baths

Allow me to begin this post with a triuh about me I'm not sure I've ever shared here.  I am a dummy.  I do things sometimes, knowing they're a bad idea, and end up hurting myself.

Monday, February 14 started out in this way.  I got into the shower, the one we've jury-rigged with shampoo bottles to hold down the curtain so you're not wearing it the whole time you're in there, and began my routine.  As I reached for the soap I had a moment of clarity and knew what was about to happen.  Unfortunately for me I was powerless to stop it.

One of those shampoo bottles jumped right off the side of the tub and dropped right on to the top of my foot.  I swear, it jumped.  I did not knock it over and I did not drop it (okay, I may have knocked it over a bit).  Immediately the pain coursing through my body made me want to vomit.  I looked down and noticed my foot was already swelling and turning black and blue.  That's always a good sign, right?

That's when my shower became a bath :(  I couldn't stand on the foot anymore so I sat down to complete my shower.  I went to work that day and came home to look at my foot.  The black and blue was gone, replaced by a deep reddish purple.  The swelling remained.

At this point we'll fast forward a week and a half.  I'm still stuck in the bath because I can't stand on that foot and I'd rather not fall over doing the one legged hop all through my shower.  The swelling has gone down some and the black and blue have returned.

So now I ask why did I reach for the soap in the way I did?  I knew that was going to cause problems, as it usually does, so why did I do it?  Oh that's right, I'm a dummy.

It was 2 degrees out there today, before windchill.  The pain today is incedible.  On a scale of 1-10 I'd say it's easily a 9.  I'm popping the Aleve and staying off it as much as possible.