I am throughly happy that my cast is off, after 4 weeks of complete torture. But I guess I was being a little optimistic when I thought 2 weeks of physical therapy and then I can go back to work. But NOOOOOOOO my wonderful doctor had to go and massage my foot where the break is and I jumped out of the chair like my rump was on fire, then he puts me back in this walking cast and says another 3 weeks in this; I went from excitement to gloom and doom in less then a second. The only thing that made it a tad bit better was seeing my hubby getting his in-grown toe nail taken care of....
I know my horns start to show, but it does me good to see my hubby be a big baby when it comes to getting a shot in his toe to numb it up. I mean...come on... I gave birth for pete's sake and he is tearing up over a little shot. So life is okay after all, until I realize I have to use crutches to walk. Boo!
See my future post on our newest additions to Fat Bottom Farm; Magellen and Midnight..Keepers of the Fat Bottoms.