Your Laugh For Today, Your Welcome

Thought I would give ya'll another update on my "screwed-up" not cooperating ankles/feet. I couldn't walk this weekend, I had to crawl up and down the stairs. It's not funny people, I have way to much energy to sit on my a$$. It was so bad, I even had Drama Queen come home to.....are you ready......take care of me. This is beyond pathetic. Today, I get up at 0500 and thought I was going to get ready for work, jumped out of bed and....... are you ready for this one.........fell. My feet didn't want to cooperate. This is starting to piss me off. I got up and sat on my chair. Yes, it is some what funny. I can laugh at myself, but I have a life and this is not in my plans. I wait around until 0730 and call the doc. They scheduled me a appointment for 1110. Drama Queen was here and I asked her if she would go with me to help. As we are getting ready to leave it took her another 10 frickin minutes to get out the door. She was bitching she was hungry. Then she couldn't find her DVDs. Then it was her head phones. (she wanted to take her portable DVD player to keep her company) Now, I know where all this stuff is, but it is upstairs and it literally would take me 5 minutes to get back up those damn stairs and grab it for her. I told here exact location and she starts crying she can't find it. At this point I don't give a flying leap where her shit is, I am ready to go. At the doctor's office, she is becoming more of a pain in the ass. I went in to see the doc. Down to take x-rays and back upstairs to the doc. The whole time she is complaining she is hungry and "I" didn't pack her anything to eat. Not my frickin' problem. When the doc comes back in, she tells me I have Achilles Tendonitis in both my feet. I need to stay off of them (thankfully I didn't tell her I played golf on Friday), ice them, another prescription of happy drugs / anti-inflammatory, physical therapy and use crutches for awhile. Drama Queen helps me back into the car, complaining the whole way she has to carry everything and she's tired. All she is carrying: my purse, a book for me to read and her DVD player. That's it. Then she starts bitching the DVD player "scratched" her leg. Can you now guess why I call her "Drama Queen?" I couldn't get Jedi over to the house to pick her up fast enough. I needed a break from her "I'm bored" I'm hungry" "you won't play with me".... I really didn't have the patience. Don't get me wrong, she is a good kid. Just a little on the dramatic side. I called into work and let them know, I would be there tomorrow. A little while later a co-worker calls me just laughing her ass off, "I hear you are coming into work tomorrow on crutches." Laughing hysterically, "How and what did you do?" See she knew the answer already. She is one of the runners at work who gave me advice I didn't listen to. She than precedes to tell me, she used me as an example at a "Team in Training" meeting this weekend of "WHAT NOT TO DO." Can you imagine what work is going to be like tomorrow? I already feel like a huge dumb ass. Now I even have it painted on me. This is complete bullshit for someone who is just trying to get into shape by running. I relayed all this to Sniper today and he tells me to join the gym. It might be a little easier on me. How hard can it be to run and not hurt yourself? If I did this running, can you imagine the damage I can do at the gym? I don't know if Sniper is going to like what he comes home to....me all wrapped up from head to toe. The positive spin to all of this: See that book next to my damn, old frickin feet? I guess I won't have any choice but to study that damn thing. Dyzgoneby Sniper, you honestly may want to rethink the whole gym idea for me. I am game, but I don't know if my body is going to play nice.