It's about the thing on the bottom of my left leg. I want it off. Like now. Not on November 14, but right now. And making things worse is the fact that I'm pretty sure this stupid thing isn't healing right, and? I have premonitions that on November 14 I'm going to go to get my cast off, and my (awesome!) doctor is going to say, too bad for you, you get 2 more weeks.
See, I'm a pisces, we're known to be a little psychic. I could really be right ya know.
It's such a pain in the ass to be casted. AND? Since most of you don't encounter me in daily life, like in the flesh as it were, I can tell you that this. thing. stinks. BAD. Like, two weeks-ish left to go and I can now smell it under my desk, stinks.
I'm sorry, innernet, but it's true. IRL friend Andrew, or Fraulein N if I ever run into you, I'm really sorry. Truly.
And I'm sad because I feel extra frumpy because I cannot wear cute shoe. (not shoes, and that's on purpose) It's either a sneaker or, heavens to Betsy, a crappy clog of the Crocs knock-off variety for me. I'm trying to own the foamy shoe look by accenting with fun socks, but it's a feeble attempt at best.
And Frema looks so cute in the picture, I want my F-me booooootssss! Wah!
Okay, I'm done. I promise not to talk about the cast again until it comes off. With the possible exception of one more entry floating around in my head on how people like to talk to those who are injured. Seriously, if it's this bad now, I can only imagine when I am pregnant!