You know what's a really good way to get behind on your blog and, more importantly, on life in general? Break your foot. Yes, for the past 7 weeks I have been more or less incapacitated because I broke my foot while walking down the stairs of a bowling alley in Chicago that is for some reason on top of a hardware store.
My initial reaction after "ow!" was that this might not be so bad. I would get to miss work for a few days, people would feel sorry for me, and I would have an excuse to spend lots of time lying on the couch watching bad TV and eating cookies. This optimistic vision ended about half an hour after I left the emergency room when I realized that my little vacation was only going to last 4 days and that, in addition to not being able to go to work, I wasn't going to be able to do much of anything. For the first few weeks my boyfriend had to practically carry me up the stairs and, while a couple of days spent watching marathons of The Real Housewives and Semi-Homemade were a nice break from my typically crazy schedule, I quickly started to feel like an obese shut in. Instead of talking about things that had actually happened to me, I started relating stories about how gross the Butter Martini Sandra Lee had whipped up during cocktail time looked, and how I wasn't sure it was appropriate for 40 year old mothers of 3 to talk about their breast implants in mixed company. While I was depressed/delusional enough discuss these points with other people, I wasn't quite insane enough to think that I should be writing them down. Hence the blog break.
Also, trying to get around New York while on crutches is pure hell and by the end of each day I didn't have the energy to do much else besides complain/drink.
All that said, I have a doctor's appointment on Thursday and I'm hoping to God he'll take an X-ray, tell me I'm all better, and let me walk out of there without a cast on. Otherwise I'm seriously considering amputating and replacing my foot with some kind of awesome looking robotic device.
