three on thursday

Three things:

1)  Saturday I stumbled and landed hard on the side of my foot, avoiding a fall.  Just a simple, clumsy stumble.  I came home and elevated and iced.  And elevated and iced.  And elevated and iced some more.

2)  I hobbled around on my sore foot, taking funny photos to share with my sisters and friends, for five days.  I didn't go to the ER because I didn't want crutches.  Besides, it was a simple stumble.

3)  On the fifth day, I decided hobbling was getting old, not being comfortable in bed was getting old, and the blackening bruise was also getting old.  I went to the Emergency Room.  Diagnosis: broken foot.