My Foot

If you've seen me recently you might have noticed that I'm currently in a walking cast.

The first question that would typically follow this discovery is "Oh no, what happened!?!"

My response is usually very casually "Oh, I broke my foot."

Which is then almost always followed by "How did you do that!?!"

I hate this questions, mainly because there is no short answer for it and I don't want to give the long version to each person I see.  So, here it is.  

I have a stress fracture in my foot.  Stress fractures are normally caused from overuse (like runners, or sports players.)  The constant stress on the bones and muscles from overuse causes the bone to weaken and eventually forms a tiny crack.  I know what you're thinking...'I bet Marti's been secretly running all these years without telling anyone!'  I assure you this is not the case.  So what is it?

I have a muscular problem in my leg.  The muscles in the left leg are abnormally tight and overtime have put undue stress on certain parts of my foot.  Last year when I was dealing with an awful case of Plantar Fasciitis, it was due to the tension in my calf and fascia.  After almost a year of Physical Therapy and stretching the problem got better.  My Doctor thinks the amount of stretching I had to do last year affected the bones in my foot.  Muscles are attached to bones so when you stretch muscles, the bones feel it.  He thinks that with my foot/leg already having some other issues, that the stress put on the bones from stretching cause them to weaken and now break.  

I asked him how long a stress fracture normally takes to heal in a normal person.  This was his exact response... "in a normal person I wold expect it to heal in 6 to 8 week...but you're not normal."

I could be in this boot for awhile.  No need to ask me how it feels, it's doesn't really hurt at all.  It's just annoying.  I'm trying to ignore it.  Feel free to do so as well.  

Children

So my mind is currently spinning and I can't stop thinking about my evening so I have to get it out of my head.  Thank you for being my outlet.

It's not often that I have children in my house.  In fact it's probably only been a handful of times that I've had the opportunity for kids to come over.  It's not that I don't like kids, (if you know me you know that statement is so far from who I really am it's laughable.)  It's more that I don't have people over.  I have entertaining anxiety.  If a roommate invites people over it's fine, it's on them.  But for me, I spend the entire time wondering if they're enjoying themselves or if they're counting the minutes until they can get out of crazy town.

Tonight I had an entire family over to my house.  It was sort of an impromptu get together because of some things I needed help getting done but none the less all 5 of them descended upon my humble abode.  I was nervous as I always am...but the joy of children in a home changes things.  It was so fun, and fascinating.  The things that kids can find joy in just astounds me.  My window candles from Christmas that I took out of the windows but have yet to put away.  Battery operated tea lights.  The few children's books that I keep on my shelf, and of course... Henry (the cat.)  He provided hours of entertainment for these tiny humans.  Activities that Vanessa and I usually only do for a few minutes to shut him up, they were entertained by for hours.  It was so fun to watch their excitement with things that I take for granted every day.

Some day I hope to have children of my own occupying my house and I'm sure then these little moments of fascination will become clouded by tasks like laundry, making dinner, bath time, breaking up fights, etc., but for today... it was pure joy.