Well, as most of the congregation at Preston knows by now, I’ve been grounded. Yes, that’s a picture of my foot all wrapped up. What happened? I was up on a small footstool on Sunday night and fell off. There was a lot of pain, especially at first. It was bruised and scraped but I didn’t think much of it. It was difficult to walk.
Today, my good friend Joe came by and said it looked broken (something about the beautiful purple color) and I should go to the hospital. So, begrugdingly I went to the hospital.
No, it’s not broken. But the doctor was concerned about infection, so I have Neosporin for the cuts and an anti-botic to take. I’ve been grounded until Saturday to allow the cuts and bruises to heal. I’m such a clutz!