For those of you who might be wondering where I've been...I've been healing. An unfortunate side effect of the business that I'm in is that we sometimes get injured. I managed to sustain an overuse injury in my left foot, and after months of hoping and praying it would just go away, then being misdiagnosed, I finally ended up at the Ambulatory Surgery Unit of my local hospital yesterday morning. I got some screws put in, a sexy little boot to wear, and a handful of pain meds.
If you would have asked me last night how I was doing, I would have told you fine. As fine as could be expected. Until about 4:30 AM, when the pain meds suddenly wore off, and I passed out in the bathroom while reaching for the Advil, since I had left the pain meds three floors down and didn't want to wake up Roc. I managed to wake him up anyway, by falling into the counter, knocking over the garbage, and basically sprawling out on the floor.
I am writing this post because here's the proof positive that I am a Cop's Wife: all I kept thinking about is who the hell would want to be on these drugs?! My husband works in a world where people will steal, rob, maim, and sometimes even kill for the little white pills I have on my table. Really? So far I am just woozy, cranky, and my stomach is doing backflips. I can't wait to be off these meds and I am grateful that this is just a temporary situation. I guess, even in the midst of this annoying injury, that I am lucky. Better yet...I'm blessed.