I woke up to a phone call from Sarge today telling me that he was leaving shortly. Now, I've know this for a couple of days but it didn't stop me from losing it again. I don't know why, but the tears hit and just kept coming until I left for my podiatrist appointment at 11. And so yes, now the podiatrist thinks I'm a teary, red eyed, mess of a person.
So yes, my foot is indeed broken. I have visited the 3rd doctor to tell me this. Very anticlimactic but I have an even more lovely boot to wear now. I will say, it's super ugly but WAY more comfortable than the crutches and little shoe were. I can now walk independently which I proved by heading to the grocery store and then cooking.Tonight's menu: zucchini munchies, grilled chicken breast, quinoa, and ratatouille. Here are a couple of before photos, check back tomorrow for "after." I got the recipe for the ratatouille here It was absolutely inspired by the movie and my dad's amazing gardening. (Read: TONS of zucchini)
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