...when Mami's break down...

Oh readers, as my facebook status states, I am muddling through this morning...though hobbling might be a better word choice. Last night on 'When Refrigerators Attack', the Man of the Hour and I were having a moment of good natured fun in the kitchen, blissfully unaware that the fridge was, even then, plotting my demise. Somehow, a little bit of push coming to shove ended with me getting my foot stuck under the door and bent in half. My dancer's feet stood me well on that point, as it bent and arched instead of snapping bone. Unfortunately, that didn't help one little bit when the door was pulled back abruptly, caught on the back of my ankle and cut down right into my achilles tendon.

I am so thankful for the miracle that is the shock effect! The pain didn't set in until I was halfway bandaged up...but oh my gosh, it bled like a head wound! This morning I saw all the dried blood pooled on the kitchen floor...ugh, so gross...and what a pain to clean up later!

So the Man of the Hour had to rustle up a pair of crutches at midnight while I tended to the first aid component of my wound.

And this morning? Ugh! Trying to make breakfast, pack lunch, help the Mister Man get dressed...even making coffee...ten thousand times more difficult!!! I never realized how much I usually get done (I'm a total caffeinated multi-tasker) until I had to do only one thing at a time and with only one hand!