I just want to write a diary because I'm pissed.
I fucking broke my ankle Thursday night in three places! Just typing it squicks me the fuck out. I've never broken a bone before so at 45, with a major break, you can believe I'm thrilled to death.
Went to ER that night. (Thank FSM for my insurance) and they've put a splint on me. I have to see an orthopedist tomorrow (the 11th). My flight leaves on the 18th. This will be fun. :/
I have a wheelchair here at dad's house. I think I might bring it. But I'm so pissed because I won't have much mobility at the conference and I'll mostly be stuck in a chair at my booth.
I've been so excited to meet you all and now I feel like I won't be able to have much fun while I'm there. I'm not sure how much pain I'll be in (especially if I have to have surgery before I leave) or how I'll feel and I'm really heartbroken.
I'm feeling good right now. I don't have any pain except when I lay down and fall asleep but I otherwise feel perfectly normal. My feeling hurt, though, whenever I have to "walk" somewhere. But I'm about over that, now.
I had everything all ready to go. I got a kickass banner for our booth and some made up some really cool handouts. Now I'm trying to imagine lugging all that stuff around and not being racked with pain.
I don't know why I wrote this diary. I guess I just needed to cry on your shoulders. My husband is being so wonderful in all this despite his own medical problems and physical limitations. I just need to get his off my chest.
Are you coming to NN13?