Journaling reads:
"Then" was a total dumb whatever
frustrating moment in time
when I broke my foot just walking
downstairs, carrying laundry. I could not believe it!
In fact, I was in such denial that I
walked on the blasted thing for 3 months. Not
the best way to heal. I finally decided it had been
hurting for much too long and went to a podiatrist.
Sure enough, broken, and not healing well. So, into
the boot I went to hopefully stop any further damage.
I got to have this beauty on for more months until
I got fed up and decided what done is done. This past
summer, I realized as I was backpacking, that my foot
did not hurt! Only two years of healing to get back
to where I did not feel or think about the pain. Now
on to bigger and better things! And no more stairs? ha