Tuesday I got up from my desk to get some water and had a sharp pain in my foot. I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening hobbling around like Quasimodo.
Wednesday I spent all day and evening hobbling around once again. Wednesday night I laid on the couch with my foot up popping Aleve all night.
I do believe I have broken the dang thing. Sounds ridiculous, but I got a good look at myself earlier in the week over at THE WIFE's blog and I was not too happy with my physique.
I look like a gob of lard squashed into blue jeans. I never imagined I would have the little legs / HUGE UPPER BODY syndrome, but I do. I figure the over stressed feet finally exploded.
It's so depressing I think I will drag myself into the kitchen and eat some ice cream...
WAIT! BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD!!!!
help me... please...