In another remarkable feat of Jennyness, I wounded myself this week, and have spent the better part of three days working from my bed.

Monday, I went to bed with a vague ache in my left foot. Tuesday, my foot and ankle hurt and I was limping a bit - by evening, I was elevating and icing and compressing like a pro. Wednesday, I couldn't step on it without major stabbing horrible pain and gasping - so melodramatic-sounding! Yet so earnest!

I took the kids to the dentist (no cavities despite slipshod brushing and genetic odds being against such a cheery result!) and walked them into class. I dropped my youngest at preschool and limped back to the car where I discovered I lacked the strength (or the motivation) to release the emergency brake. I wept a little and then came home, huffing and puffing and groaning and pulled myself into bed, propping my foot up with a bag of Soycotosh on it.

My return to pick up the kid at preschool was an ordeal - for me, and for everyone in my path. You seriously would have thought I was maimed with a capital M. Yet to see my foot, it was a little swollen, not bruised or discolored.

It felt like a heinous sprain - but didn't look like it. I thought maybe it was broken, so I made my husband come home from work and drive me to the doctor. After an exam, a couple of xrays and lots of limping, it was clear - not broken. Not fatal. Not even anything. I was limping, shaking with pain, and had no glorious wound to show off.

Back to bed. More ice. More elevation. More yelling things like "If you kids don't stop ______ I'm going to have to yell harder, since I can't come and do anything about it."

The laundry piled up. The dishes piled up. McDonalds had a banner week. And yet... I was laying in bed all day. (Mostly) I got up (in high martyred fashion) for a few jaunts out of the house, but other than that? On my bed.

That is sort of awesome.

I couldn't tell you what I did or how. But I can tell you that my foot is about 90% normal now, and aside from a lingering ache in the top of my foot and some swelling in the ankle, I've got no reason to be in bed.

(ssssh!)