Well, my foot has started to retain fluid - not a good sign. Going to see podiatrist this a.m. Maybe he'll take the dratted wire out. Probably end up with antibiotics 'cause I think this is the beginning of an infection.
So Wednesday eve as I'm leaving my EGA meeting, with dratted foot slightly swollen and tender, I manage to whack the darn thing against the one place where the curb isn't painted white (also a place where streetlights turn themselves on and off.) OUCH! Even in a surgical shoe, I felt that all the way up my leg. Oh the pain.
And to think DH wants sympathy this morning for whacking his little toe against the door frame in the bathroom. In your dreams, buddy.