novocaine in my brain...

{this picture has nothing to do with this post.

it's just one of my favorite parts of my day.

when it's time to leave the house, i sit down on the ground with sawyer's shoes.

i don't need to say a word.

he comes running, turns around, backs up between my legs and sits down for me to put his shoes on.

i love the many kisses i get to give his head/cheeks/neck as i'm putting his shoes on.

i give him so many it normally ends with him squirming away and saying, "let's GO!"

LOVE it!}

yesterday was rough.

start to finish.

and i'm just going to vent here and get it out.

consider yourself warned.

on monday evening, the ball of my foot under my big toe on my left foot started hurting.

the pain got worse as the evening/night wore on.

yes, my TOE.

seriously? it's like a joke, right?

you know, when pro football players can't play "because they hurt their toe" it sounds so ridiculous, right??

i always thought so.

well, not anymore!

when your toe is hurting, it's kind of like when a tooth hurts...you can't think/do anything!

it's consuming!

so, of course i got up tuesday morning and ran.

hills.

i thought maybe it would help?!?

{ i know....}

i had NO idea why it was hurting and it just felt so TIGHT.

i thought maybe it would help to "stretch it out" by running...

not so much.

ok. pause on the foot. 

just know it was hurting.

then, right after the kids got off to school, i got to go to the dentist.

to get 3 cavities filled

{yes, i brush and floss my teeth. a LOT. it's bad genetics...and it stinks.}

the bright moment of the dentist was that i put 2 sermons on rebekah's ipod and listened to them while i was there. 

it was nice.

{i kinda look forward to the time SITTING when i'm at the dentist. sick, i know!}

as i was speeding back home once he was done

{one cavity was "so extensive" that i have to go to a specialist to get it taken care of...yay...}

to let pat finally get to work

i could tell i was not feeling good.

i swear i think that the novocaine went into my brain.

i felt so awful the rest of the day.

i couldn't think.

i couldn't DO anything.

it was SO frustrating!

not to mention half my face was numb...

so, i'm dealing with the tooth stuff.

and finally give up on accomplishing anything besides getting through the day

{that's a hard change for me to make, mentally, but i did...}

and decide to google about my foot - to try to figure out what's wrong with it.

sesamoiditis.

sounds fun, huh??

it's 2 tiny bones in the tendon on the ball of your foot that runs to your big toe.

and it KILLS.

i spent way too long reading about it.

and freaking out.

i cried and got mad - threw a little temper tantrum...
{because this means no running for me...and that's SO hard for me to accept.}

and prayed and read and took a nap.

and woke up feeling just as awful.

finished the day.

and, as i was trying to fall asleep last night and couldn't because my foot was throbbing with pain, i remembered what i did. i remembered how i hurt it {it was driving me crazy! i didn't know WHY it started hurting all of a sudden...}

on monday morning, as i was backing out of the driveway, a ball was under my car and started rolling down the driveway for the street.

i threw the car into park, propelled myself out of the car, landing squarely with all my weight on the ball of my left foot and felt a sharp pain immediately. i ran and got the ball and went on with my day. that was it. it didn't start hurting until the afternoon, and i had totally forgotten about the ball incident by then...

seriously?? i HATE stuff like that! {katy..i know you're with me here!}

my plan is to take the rest of the week off from any exercise {i'm sure a break is good for me...as much as i HATE it...}

and i'll see how it feels next week.
even if my foot still hurts, i should be able to swim and spin...but nothing is the same as running...

i'm hoping this won't be as long of a recovery as my hip was.

i guess i have to live through an injury once a year...it was almost exactly a year ago that i hurt my hip.

but, thanks to being through that injury, i'm not freaking out quite as much this time.

exercise...especially running...is just such a good outlet for me.

at least the novocaine in my brain is gone!

ok. whining over. trying to move on...