Use your foot! You crawl on all fours to the bathroom, in tears. Use your foot?
Woozy from either pain or pain medication, you do nothing but wallow. Read. Play mindless word games through the haze. Try to sleep through what sounds like a herd of elephants learning to tap dance on the floor above you. Try to ignore another neighbor drilling a hole through your gray matter.
The ultrasound shows it’s not a torn ligament. Maybe a little plantar fasciitis, lots of inflammation. Exercise, says the doctor. That didn’t end too well last time. Walk on it!
But you can’t walk. You force yourself to take your kids out, to a store across the road, where you lean heavily on a shopping cart.
“What happened to your foot?” Neighbor trumpets.
“I mumble mumbled it.” What are you supposed to say?
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