Day 5

I promise that I didn't go to church today with no husband and a big purple cast on my foot to get sympathy and dinner. I really went to church today to be uplifted and give me a spiritual boost for the week. I received sympathy and dinner because I have awesome friends. It may have been easier and more sensible to stay home, but I am not easy ;) and I am definitely not sensible. I've often thought that church is like an addiction. That said, I must be the addict. I need the weekly spirit that I feel at church on Sundays to get me through the Mondays-Saturdays. I need the interaction with the fabulous women at church since I tend to live in an isolated bubble the rest of the week. I need the 2 hours of my kids being taught by fabulous Primary teachers. That's really why I went to church today. I had my amazing, wonderful, incredible friend and neighbor help me with the boys during Sacrament Meeting. And by help I mean that she wrangled them all while I just sat and actually paid attention for once! Then the older two headed up to Primary and I went to drop H off at Nursery. One small problem: He would not be dropped off. This happened last week too. Last week, after 3 Nursery workers tried to calm him down and interest him in toys, they brought him to me in Sunday School where he fell asleep on my lap. Last week I had J bring him home so he could finish his nap in his own bed. This week -- no J. I gave H a choice: go play in the Nursery or go home and nap. He chose to go home and nap. After I let the older ones know that they would be coming home with our neighbor (and stumping up and down the stairs and through the hallways, running into curious, sympathetic people left and right) I put H in the van and drove home. As soon as I got him ready for a nap and he saw the inevitable course of events, he started screaming, "I want to go back to church! Take me back to Nursery!" and went down for a nap not as happily as I'd imagined he would. Oh well. Make a better choice next week, little H.

And so much for getting my spiritual lift. But I did get dinner. One friend wouldn't let me walk away from her without committing to a day and time that she bring me dinner and another just brought one over. With the dinner I cooked tonight, the one my friend brought over, and the one planned for Monday at 5PM, I won't have to cook at all this week! That's probably good, considering my foot is throbbing -- reminding me that yes, it is still there and still less than a week out from surgery.

The reason I didn't really want people asking me about my foot is that it's no big deal. Plus, it's not an exciting story. If only I was kicked in the foot while harnessing a team of wild horses, or if my foot was run over by a semi truck while I was rescuing a small, frightened animal about to be crushed by the semi's wheels, that would be an exciting story. Extraction of extra bones? Just confirms that I'm a freak. I'm still not sure I want to post pictures of my feet -- people may really think I am a hobbit and send me off on dangerous impossible quests. (That's ok if I get to go with Viggo Mortensen.)

Anyway, here's the official update for my mom:
No pain pills since Friday. The antibiotic and anti-inflammatory haven't made me sick. I can feel that I've been on my feet too much today, but nothing a night of ice and elevation won't fix. I don't have to make dinner this week. The doctor was right about me wanting to kick the cast off already. I feel a strange absence of discomfort on my accessory navicular bone, simply because it's not there anymore. (For those of you who wonder why I update for my mom on the blog as opposed to the phone: It's quieter this way. Anyone who talks to me on the phone during the day knows that you hear me and the boys.)