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hissy fit at 3 am
Mar. 22nd, 2011 08:34 amSo I went to the bathroom at around 3am last night. My foot was feeling okay without the boot - I was feeling happy.
I go to walk back to the bed and my foot somehow got trapped in part of the elastic of my boot. I couldn't get it off. I start flailing and generally being annoyed.. Mark wakes up (obviously) worried that I'm dying but no, I'm just stuck to my boot and now I'm mad.
He unsticks me. But the ace bandage wrapped around my soft cast has somehow now come unraveled from the inside out. I tell him not to worry - I'm better off just sitting here waiting for my foot to fall off because my foot sucks. He really doesn't want to turn the light on but he does anyway cause he loves me. He looks at it and tries to rewrap it. It can't be rewrapped because now there is velcro sticking out of my foot and I'm all annoyed and it's sticking to the bed.
Mark goes all the way downstairs and finds the ace bandage the hospital gave me and grabs the metal clips. He wraps me up and clips the bandage down. I thank him profusely, apologize a lot, and promptly roll over and fall asleep knowing now my foot is safe all thanks to my husband.
This morning my foot really hurts. I'm guessing flipping and flailing wasn't the best idea. Mark rewrapped the whole bandage so I'm back to being clipless and everything is back to normal. I'm pretty sure he was unable to fall back asleep for a long time because of my ridiculous hissy fit. I couldn't do anything though and couldn't break free from that stupid boot. bleh.
Sometimes, I don't know why/how he puts up with me but I do love that boy.
I go to walk back to the bed and my foot somehow got trapped in part of the elastic of my boot. I couldn't get it off. I start flailing and generally being annoyed.. Mark wakes up (obviously) worried that I'm dying but no, I'm just stuck to my boot and now I'm mad.
He unsticks me. But the ace bandage wrapped around my soft cast has somehow now come unraveled from the inside out. I tell him not to worry - I'm better off just sitting here waiting for my foot to fall off because my foot sucks. He really doesn't want to turn the light on but he does anyway cause he loves me. He looks at it and tries to rewrap it. It can't be rewrapped because now there is velcro sticking out of my foot and I'm all annoyed and it's sticking to the bed.
Mark goes all the way downstairs and finds the ace bandage the hospital gave me and grabs the metal clips. He wraps me up and clips the bandage down. I thank him profusely, apologize a lot, and promptly roll over and fall asleep knowing now my foot is safe all thanks to my husband.
This morning my foot really hurts. I'm guessing flipping and flailing wasn't the best idea. Mark rewrapped the whole bandage so I'm back to being clipless and everything is back to normal. I'm pretty sure he was unable to fall back asleep for a long time because of my ridiculous hissy fit. I couldn't do anything though and couldn't break free from that stupid boot. bleh.
Sometimes, I don't know why/how he puts up with me but I do love that boy.
