I lost my balance on the knee scooter tonight and stood on my healing foot. I was about to ice one last time before bed anyway thankfully. Now I get to call the on-call surgeon in the morning to see if I need X-rays.
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Also when I stepped on it, it hurt and I knew immediately it was a mistake so I yelled “SHIT! Fuck!” and my husband did not come running. He said it’s because I didn’t say “help”. 😒 Not that he could’ve done anything anyway, but HE didn’t know that. It doesn’t fill me with confidence, that’s all.