I hope you all have a wonderful Mother's Day with your families.
We are out with his mom.
Right now we're in Wal-Mart trying to find her. Lol
Let me know how it works out.
I've been having so much trouble sleeping, I'm willing to try anything at this point.
Karen got that damn Cal Worthington jingle stuck in my head...
Sorry honey
lol
Just watch some Joe Isuzu commercials and you'll be fine.
We're at his mom's house. She had to get a new tv and needed Henry to come over and fix it for her.
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I get off at 3, so I don't get a lunch.
I go to the foot Dr today. I'm really hoping that they can help.
I'll be leaving here for my appointment soon. I'm feeling really nervous.
I love you, honey.
I love you too Boobear.
Okay, so they took more x-rays and the dr confirmed that nothing is broken. He also said he didn't see any tears or anything more than a severe sprain.
I have to wear a boot 24-7, except for when my ass is in bed, for the next three weeks, and see him again on the 6th for a follow up appointment.
He also told me that the bones in my feet are deformed and that's why my toes look like that.
I have something called Z-Foot. It's where the bones are misshapen so my toes go the wrong way.
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I have to get a thicker shoe to wear on my right foot so that I'm not lopsided and so that I don't end up hurting my hip joint and stuff.
;oP
This boot is a real pain in the ass, and makes getting in and out of the car difficult, but I'll put up with it if it will help my foot.
I can't take it off till I go to bed. :(
You'll adapt to it in a week or so. Definitely glad nothing's broken
Well, I have to wear the damn thing for at least three weeks. I don't understand how having some tight ass thing on my foot is supposed to help with the numbing sensation, especially since it feels like my foot is throbbing even more now.
May be a while before I post again. Going into a 4 1/2 hour special project/training.
Oh fun. Good luck!
Really really need to get Henry away from that branch before that, so called manager, drives me to do something to her.
Karma can be a biotch, but sometimes it's hard to wait on it. Her time is coming though.
Brandi is a petty vindictive biotch, who is only in management because she knows who's ass to have her nose shoved up. She is completely incompetent and has no idea how to act like a human being.
Okay, we are like....really really worn out.
My first full day of wearing the boot all day at work, was extremely tiring. It was like lugging around an extra 10-15 pounds, while still trying to do everything I do on a day to day basis. Getting up into those chairs at work....not fun, not easy.
Ms. Evette and Angelica tried their hardest to make my day as easy as possible. Evette even moved my trash can, and got me a box to rest my feet up on while I was sitting so they weren't just dangling. I hope all my coworkers are as understanding as they are. :o)
I'll be in a new branch that I've never been to before next week. It's just one day, but I let the branch manager know about my situation so he's informed.
It was still hurting pretty bad by the end of the day, and there is some light bruising on my other ankle from the shoe I had to wear to compensate for the height difference, but I think I got that fixed by getting thinner insoles so that I have more room in the top of the shoe.
It's okay, I'm just gonna bulldoze my way through this like I do everything else anyways. ;oP
I apologize for posting delays, but I am really, really, really tired.
P.S. That's why I dialed you this morning, Andrew. I was trying to clear out my call log and swiped in the wrong spot.
No apologies necessary. Get some rest
Henry says you're not the boss of him. Lol
He was saying it in a sleepy joking kind of voice though.
My poor baby so tired, he don't know what to do.
Don't worry, we're gonna go to bed soon. Just trying to relax a little first.
Snitches get stitches...or promoted to managers.
Ugh.
It is going to be a verrrrry long 3 weeks. I can already tell.
Too much to even get into, but suffice it to say, we need to get him the Hell outta that branch.
Everything in due time.
No worries. I don't think it connected, I don't have a record of a call anyway.
Good, he was worried that he might have disturbed your rest.
He said he turned it off as soon as he heard it dial, or ring...something like that.
It's all good. My phone is one silent when I'm sleeping.
I think he's sleeping now, I'm just lying in the bed hurting.
I'm not sure why my muscles feel so tight, unless it's just a byproduct of wearing the boot and other muscles over compensating or whatever.
I don't know, and I don't really care...I just want it to stop.
Thanks Bubba, I know that will make him feel better when he wakes up and sees that.
Have a good night guys.
That's exactly what it is.
Well, it sucks.
So, couldn't hide how much I was hurting from my coworkers today, and in the interest of making a long story short, they sent med home at 2:30, I has to talk to the dr, and now I'm out till Monday.
*Le sigh*
Paid at least?
I have the sick time to cover it....it's just, I don't like missing...but as some very wise people (multiple) have pointed out...several times, continuing to work while injured benefits nothing and even though they smile to your face, they'd be just as happy to replace you if something happened to me....so, for effing once....I am doing what I need to do for me and Casey can go suck it.
I'll probably still give myself a guilt trip over it, but that's just who I am. The bank will still make money whether I'm there or not, but if I do something more serious to my foot because I didn't take the time to "let it heal" as everyone keeps telling me, then it could end up making things worse and instead of a day or two, I could end up missing a whole lot more which would really hurt us financially right now.
I just couldn't argue with Ms. Lilla and Ms. Hannah. They were both really sweet about it...in that "If you ever come down here, or any branch hurting this bad again, I will personally whoop you." is the way Ms. Lilla put it. You can't argue with a woman that's just turned 59 and has been through some stuff.
Her birthday was on Wed...so I really really couldn't argue with her. She's one of these....kind of like down to earth wise women, and she just tells it like it is kind of person.
I'm sorry, the dr also put me on some stronger pain medicine and I"m taking the cyclobenzaprine with it to help with the muscle tightness....so I'm a little loopy right now. He gave me Tramadol the 50mg tablets that I can take every 4-6 hours, but I'm gonna try to alternate it with something else so I'm not taking too much of it....I don't know. The other is just the generic form of Flexeril and it's just the 5mg, but it's enough to knock me on my butt.
Basically what happened was I had to call Casey on my lunch break and tell her what was going on, and even though I was freaking crying she was trying to tell me how much they needed me and couldn't I just sit with my leg up a little and help them out....you know how it goes.
So, I was like, "Okay....I'll try." But then she was all, "Okay, so if you decide to come to work though, I understand that you're hurting, but....I really need for you to try not to grimace or moan or anything like that because it's unprofessional. It might just be a matter of you getting used to the boot, but you do what you need to for you. Call your doctor and see what he suggests." Those were her exact words almost verbatim, or as well as I can remember them after taking my meds at like 6:30 after we ate the take out we got so we wouldn't have to heat up the house with the oven since it was over NINETY today. That was exactly why I didn't say anything after my dr appt to her because I knew EXACTLY what she would say, because even though she try to be acting all nice and stuff....she's still just a suit.
So....after I got home from work, Henry got out early too cuz he had toooo much overtime, he loaded my wheelchair in the car, took me to the dr office so I could pick up the dr note that is SUPER detailed in what I'm allowed and NOT allowed to do once I return to work...they should love that, he took me to Wal Mart and I dropped off the script, then we picked up some vegetables and box meals that Henry can make while I'm letting my foot rest cuz I'm not even allowed on it long enough to freaking cook....but it's okay because he loves me and he gonna take care of me because he is the BEST husband in the whole entire universe.
He almost had to save me in the Wal=Mart parking lot....but that's a different story.
Point is....I swore I wasn't gonna go through all this, but the meds just make me talk. It's like talking to me drunk, it just alllll comes out. Sorry.
Anyways, that's why I had to call the doctor. Casey was the one that told me to call the doctor, so I did, and that's what he said, so tough titties.
I kinda got upset when she said she understood that I was in pain, but.....
I'm sorry....you're not in my body feeling what I'm feeling, you don't understand anything. I also don't think she had any right to tell me what I should or shouldn't be doing with my face when in said pain. I'm sorry, let me effing apologize to you for being effing human and needing to take of myself.
Sorry, NOT sorry.
Okay, I think I'm good now.
Thanks
I didn't mean to unload like that....but once it started, it was hard to stop.
I hate crying anyways, I sure as hell didn't want to do it on the phone to my boss.
Damn it. Posted as Rhadaya and got the "You've backtracked too far" nonsense so the whole log post got eaten.
I'll post again at some point tonight.
And it's okay. We understand. It's better to let it out anyway.