Ouch

I sprained my foot at 2:30AM thanks to a cat. I was in the bathroom, she
was in front of me, I attempted to step over her, she bolted right where my
foot was going down, and in an effort to not kill her, somehow my foot
ended up hitting the floor the wrong way.

I spent most of the rest of the night between drowsing and dreaming that I
was telling Toby about it and lying awake going AUGH THIS HURTS

No it didn’t occur to me to ice it.

The health care system our doc works in has after-hours clinics so we went
there this morning. Coincidentally our doc was there today, which was quite
nice. Got my foot x-rayed to rule out a break, got a scrip for a painkiller
to take at night. As I have some flat, stuff sandals she didn’t prescribe a
surgical shoe, on the basis that it usually makes people’s knee hurt
because it’s not the same thickness as the shoe on the other foot.

And of course I hobbled around the grocery store as we were waiting for the
pharmacy to fill the prescription, but that means now a pork shoulder is
roasting so we can eat off that for the next few days.

Toby is off at Target getting some bath mats that are light colored and
won’t hide the cat at night. Not that it would have helped last night, but
she likes to sleep on them at night and we’ve both accidentally kicked her
while shuffling into the bathroom in the dark.

Ah well.