I don’t have a whole lot of time today, I’m supposed to be finding the doctor’s office online.

My toe still really hurts. I’ve been taking 800mg of ibuprofen in the evening but it doesn’t help. The swelling is gone, but the pain isn’t.

My grandma is doing better. Today a nurse came out to the house to check her o2 levels. While sitting she was at 94%. Waling 50 feet with her walker brought it down to 83%. So she finally qualifies for oxygen at home, as needed. After three years of trying to get it for her and being told no all the time this was great news.

I’m thinking that after she has been on the o2 for aboput a week I should be able to go home. *fingers crossed* I’ve already been gone for a month. I miss home.

is in need of a doctor. Not that a doctor could do anything for it.

Last night I was hot and tired so I decided to treat myself to a pedicure. I got out the nail polish and the toe seperator and got comfy on the couch. I put the toe seperator between my toes in ann attempt to not get nail poish on my other toes, then realized that I had to pee.

I hop up from the couch, take one step, and WHAM! I rammed my foot right into the coffee table leg. I knew as soon as I did it that I probably broke it.

Since the toe seperator had my little toe spread out from the others when I kicked the table leg it was bent even farther to the side than normal when kickiing a atble leg.

Within ten minutes the space between my pinky toe and it’s neighbor started to turn a lovely shade of purple. Shawn thinks I just bruised it, but I’m sure it’s broken.

After walkng on it at the grocery store tonight with my Mom (I used the cart to help keep pressure off of it) it turned a more noticeable shade of purple. Enough that both my parents said go sit down and put your foot up.

I’ll try to get photos tonight, but I can’t promise anything. I wasn’t even able to finish 7days with everything that’s been going on.

The worst part about the whole thing is that SuperChic knows that I can’t run after her.