I’ve decided to register for dating websites now.

And let me tell you all, I already have very clear regrets about how this is going.

On one hand, I would be content not to date for the rest of my life because I’ve been married… I’ve found my soulmate, and that has always been enough for me. But sometimes I can’t help but wonder what else is out there and if I can find someone else to spend the rest of my life with since my husband absolutely should not have died at thirty-seven years of age. I just don’t want to have to wade through the muck of guys that I need to stay away from. It seems that dating websites do attract the most desperate of people even though there are clearly good people on these apps and websites. But for the most part, I have regrets about this.

I still don’t have a cast on my foot.

I have been referred to surgery, which I’m waiting to hear about in September.

My foot will have been broken for months by that point and all I have to show for it is a fracture boot that hasn’t even helped it heal. I’ve also been told that this kind of break tends to heal spectacularly poorly…

Why in the world a cast wasn’t put on it within days continues to be beyond me, folks. It really is.

This is what it’s like to have a broken foot.

I am still nowhere near getting answers, aside from the fracture boot that was upgraded so as to come up to my knee instead of my ankle. I’ve been referred to a podiatrist at the hospital twenty minutes from my house with the end goal of getting surgery on this foot if it is at all possible. So, at the worst I have to wait until September to be seen for an injury that happened this May. I’ll have been walking three months on a broken foot. We have also confirmed that, in spite of me wearing this boot every day, the break hasn’t healed a bit.

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