The reason I haven't had a post in a while is because nothing funny or embarrassing has happened to me. Aside from my life. Let me explain.
In my last post I told you all about my wonderful engagement. Well, shortly after that, my trip to Cloud 9 was ended abruptly when I had to take Chazz to the emergency room for lower abdomen pain. That lower abdomen pain was actually appendicitis. Appendicitis= emergency surgery. Emergency surgery = no more engagement cloud 9. Poor guy, he was also feeling really great with his recent win and had even been offered a title fight. The surgery set him back about 6-8 weeks.
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| Pre-Surgery, poor baby. |
Surgery, smergery! Chazz's surgery went great, and me (being the wonderful fiance that I am) spent the night at the hospital with him and even put up with him waking me up around 3am wanting to talk and watch TV (pain meds...). Recovery was a tough pill to swallow at first, no pun intended, because he had to grasp the fact he couldn't do any training, or even work for a week, for that matter.
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| Being a good fiance |
BUT- my papa bear is a strong one and he was back to normal in no time.
Fast forward a few weeks, we return back to Wild Bills, this time to just watch the fights. We have a few drinks, eat poorly and overall have an awesome time.
We get home, probably around 2:00am (ish) and somehow in the midst of getting ready for bed, I manage to hit the top/side of my foot. I start crying, which isn't uncommon, aware that I could be being a bit melodramatic. When I couldn't put any weight on it that's when Chazz forced me to go to the ER. Lo and behold, it's broken.
I am stuck wearing this "wooden shoe" for another three weeks and honestly, the mental aspect of this whole thing is way worse than the physical. Take away an active person's lifestyle from them, you have a problem. Take away an active person/shoe addict 's lifestyle AND their shoe collection, you have one depressed person. Ah, the things we take for granted...
But seriously, for someone who trains a martial art (Jiu-Jitsu), I break my foot on my bed post??? That's the lamest thing ever. Although I did tell a stranger I broke it in a sky diving accident and that was fun.
