I swear to god that freakin’ shower is gonna be the death of me. First I had the slip and fall which resulted in my bustin’ my right leg. We then had the bathtub removed and had a walk in shower installed. (Which is great, by the way … we shoulda done this years ago.
Weeeellll … Last Monday I was getting into the shower stall, hanging onto the handicap handles like I’m supposed to and twisted to let the water stream down. My right foot was too close to the edge which curves up onto the wall and I both heard and felt an ominous CRUNCH. First thought? Oh, shit.
Didn’t hurt all that badly. On a scale of one to ten, I would give it a three, maybe a four … tops. After some prodding by family members and friends, I went in yesterday to have it x-rayed. Yep, it was broken. Just the bloody hell what I wanted to hear.
I’ll give the bone doctor a call today for advice on how to deal with this. I was recommended to a Dr. Yoshi, but I’d feel lots better having the delicious Dr. Webber take a peek at it. He certainly has my entire history at his finger tips.
On a side note, there has been little or no change to the blood blister that I affectionately refer as the “One Eyed Purple People Eater. There is some oozing onto the bandages that I keep on it, but the size still looks the same, so it doesn’t appear to be absorbing back into my body and it certainly hasn’t popped, so that’s another “wait and see” gig. Ah well, I’m good at that.
And remember to repeat after me …“YOU ARE A CANCER WARRIOR”