Last night was an average night.
My oldest wanted to go in the baby swing, so I picked her up an plopped her down in it.
Everything was totally normal. Until it wasn't.
Crazy pain, swelling and burning took over my foot.
What was my first thought?
"I sprained/ strained/ broke my foot."?
Or was it:
"I. Am. Going. To. Die!!!"
Thanks to watching one too many medical shows, my default always goes straight to dropping dead.
I self diagnosed myself with a deadly blood clot. Because after so many episodes, apparently I have an honorary medical degree.
Off to urgent care I went.
Like always, if someone is sick or hurt in our family it is always after office hours or on the weekends. It's all about paying tons of money to our not so awesome insurance.
But guess what?
My honorary medical degree is bunk.
How did it happen?
If only I knew.
But what I do know is that I did not die.
I have to stay off of it for five days.
This is my little perch on the couch.
Pillows, ice pack, a full DVR...
I'm trying. But I can't sit still.
Didn't my foot look at what I have on the calendar this week?
Thanks a lot Dr. House.
I stressed out for nothing.