My blasted foot is making for a very boring life. I had a very busy week at work with days packed full of meetings. I work for a hospital system and my meetings were not centralized at one location. I spent my time walking in from, or out to, parking lots, up and down stairs, in and out of meeting rooms. Last night, when I got home my toes mounted a full Monty protest. I un-taped my toes to shower, and immediately felt nauseous. I'm back on serious stall rest. No, Inger, I am not supposed to be walking on my foot. But, I don't want to use up all my vacation time sitting on the couch with my foot in the air. I'm back to popping pain pills. I'm sorry toes, really I am. I'll try to be good.
But first I have to make dinner and I'm craving homemade rolls to go with the chard, hamburger and cheese casserole.
Brett's trying his best to help. He's doing all the barn chores and bringing me stuff so I can stay on the couch. He found a boot that he used when his foot was broken and cleaned it up for me to use. It helps keep my toes from moving which is a good thing.
|I don't normally wear socks with my sandals, but it was COLD in the house today.|
But the minute he dozes off in his chair, I pop up and sneak into the kitchen to check on my bread dough.
Tomorrow the weather is supposed to warm up. The wind is going to howl tonight, blowing the rain clouds away from here. My goal for the weekend is to rest my foot. soooooo boring.