the medical news just sucked yesterday.

Yesterday, several friends on Instagram were doing the #OneDayHH thing, where they were posting pictures of just their regular activities throughout the day.

And I had planned to participate as well yesterday morning. So I took these adorable pictures:

Henry gearing up to do all of the Henry things. . . 😉

I love these two adorable people, outside the little grocery store that is less than a mile from our house. ❤

When we were out at the grocery store, I began to realize I was in big trouble with my left foot.

(Well, I had more pain than usual even getting down the stairs going to the car – but it had been raining, so. . .)

The BIG scary thing was that I was having incredible pain and difficulty pushing down the clutch in my little Bug – pictured above – and that hasn’t been an issue, even with all the fractures I have. I had SO much trouble just driving the mile to the store and back. Hrrmhhm.

So, Sara and I got home and ate breakfast and I assessed the situation. I began working on the previous blog post, put in a call to ortho, and propped up my foot. It started swelling and hurting much worse and looking more bruised. Yippie.

To make a long story short, I went around with ortho about WHEN they have me coming in for hours and then finally found myself heading to the ER in my husband’s car (which he so sweetly brought home to me on his lunch break) – an automatic.

Thankfully, the ER staff was really kind and helpful – though the news was awful – and, after some X-Rays, I left in this condition:

This time it’s my 5th metatarsal. I’ll explain why that is particularly bad news shortly.

And I came home, got to Henry the Wonderpup, and came unglued.

This snotty look would have been my last #OneDayHH post – but, with this spectacularly shitty day, I’m not posting them. What a freaking day.

See, when the foot doc told me that I had another bone that was going to break in my left foot (and I think that one also has), he didn’t mean my fifth metatarsal. This one wasn’t expected to break.

Now, I have a total of 7 broken metatarsals. They are all crumbling. What the hell happens to me if they all break? Hell, they ARE all breaking. And there is nothing I can do right now.

I was just overwhelmed with terror when this hit me.

I still am breathing in the Valor trying to process it now.

Also, and I realize this is a “small” thing – but I freaking HATE it – because I am tired of losing SO much: I LOVE my car. My Bug is my dream car – and now I can’t drive her.

In fact, when my husband surprised me with her, I did this blog post:

https://autoimmunehippie.blog/2017/06/08/i-am-the-luckiest/

I am really upset.

The whole thing just fucking sucks.

Also, my husband and I had been talking for weeks about how THIS weekend was so busy for me because several big activities I’ve had planned for months just all fell together. Hrrmmh.

After careful consideration, I’ve decided to keep one activity – my favorite author, who I NEVER thought would come to our town and I was too sick to go see her when she came to Georgia several months ago. It would just break my heart to miss her. Really.

And to sell our tickets for our Sunday activity that would have been super super fun and funny – but just too much right now.

So that’s that.

It’s all a lot to take in.

And, as always, I will find a way to deal with it – but, right now, I am just sick over it.

I still believe that something good will come from this somehow though.