Well. It's fractured.

Yep. You read that right. This accident-prone, klutz, uncoordinated has actually supposedly done a bit of damage. After an interesting experience, lots of laughing at myself, and a couple x-rays later, the verdict is fractured. And yes, that means I am on crutches.

The thing is though, it doesn't hurt. Yes, when one of my beloved preschoolers accidently stepped on my foot, it hurt. Yes, when you poke my foot repeatedly where it is still swollen, it hurts. But I spent 7am-3pm walking on the outside of my foot today and was fine, so it is frustrating that now I'm stuck on crutches.

Thankfully, tomorrow will be an easy day. I only have 2 classes and they are in the same building, fairly close to the bus stop. Then I will be heading to the Woodlands for dinner and a Kelly Clarkson concert with Laura. Although the walk from the car might be long tomorrow night, I'm SUPER pumped to spend the evening with Laur, and I know we will be laughing so much it won't even matter.

Friday, I only have one class and then I'll be heading home for the weekend. Since I am on crutches and can't really help with KFC on Sunday (and I feel AWFUL having to sit out and watch and not be able to help), I get to spend until Monday morning at home. It will be really nice!

So, there's a light at the end of the tunnel. Here we go! Time to provide the campus of A&M with some free entertainment as I try to get around campus with a backpack and crutches! On my own defense, when I don't have a backpack on I'm not too bad on the crutches! And I learned how to go up the stairs 2 steps at a time tonight! WHOOP!