Chug a chug a choo choo! CRASH!

I'm my own personal train wreck. And it totally sucks all the way around.

Yesterday, I stubbed my toe so hard on a Monopoly box that I broke it. Not the box. My toe. Fourth toe on the right.

It was painful enough yesterday, but during the night I did something to it and I woke up in excruciating pain. Today it's even more swollen and is turning all sorts of not so pretty colors.

Yesterday, at least, I could wear shoes. I walked slower than a baby turtle crossing a busy road, but at least I got out of the house.

Today, not so much. There was no going out. No shoes. No moving off the couch.

But wait! The train wreck gets better! Last night, I was sitting on the floor wrapping presents. Sounds innocuous, right? Wrong! You know how when you wrap presents, you never have everything you need right at hand? I had to keep getting up to get envelopes and stamps, etc. etc. but because of my toe, I was awkwardly using my arms.

Sure enough, I strained my tricep. Wasn't so bad at first, but by the time I went to bed, I couldn't even roll over. Today, my right arm is altogether pretty useless.

I couldn't stand long enough to take a shower this morning, but I managed to take a bath. Getting in and out was nerve-wracking, but I did it without inducing further injury. Then it took me about 20 min. to get dressed. By the time I hobbled back to the couch, I was too exhausted to even think about attempting to get breakfast.

No breakfast + incredible pain = one teary-eyed Kate

My sweet husband, upon prying information out of me when he called home a little later and found a crying wife, came right home and has been taking care of me all day. The only time he let me off the couch was to go take a nap in bed. Hayley cooked dinner (nachos!) and Emma's doing the dishes. I'm so blessed!

Think that's enough to be a train wreck?

Not for me. Next Monday, I have to go in for surgery for kidney stones. AGAIN! As if the first time, in January, was not enough! Apparently, though, not all the little fragments for the giant stone the doc lasered passed. I'm not feeling any symptoms, but insane pain is waiting to attack. It's only a matter of time. And seeing as Scott and I will both be traveling for work in January (I get to go to Germany!!), I don't exactly want to risk having issues then.

But surgery next week means that I will be happily ensconced in VicodinLand on my birthday and Christmas. Not exactly how I'd anticipated spending my holiday, but there it is. At least, Scott and I will have his birthday (Sunday), if you know what I mean. *wink wink*

So there it is, the not-so-delicious story of my own personal train wreck. (I trying really hard to find the humor in all of this!)