Freedom...Well, Not Really

Last weekend, while Antoine and I were working on the yard, we decided to let our cat, Guillermo, outside for a bit.  On harness and lead, of course!  Although we had let our old cat Missy outside before, this was Gui's first time.  I was expecting him to be skittish and fearful because, although I love Gui, he's kind of a big baby.  But, surprisingly, he handled it pretty well and actually seemed to enjoy himself.

Naturally he rolled around on the dirty ground, because he loves to do that.

We only let him out for a bit, but once we get our backyard in order (it's really overgrown right now) we plan on taking him out so more this summer.

Mega Klutz

Yep, that's me...Mega Klutz.  Maybe that should be my super hero name, but instead of saving lives, I fall and hurt myself.  Not two days after my twenty-eighth birthday (my first day back from Montreal) and I go tumbling down the stairs.  I was walking down the steps, from our second floor to the living room, when I altogether miss the bottom three steps. Boom! CRASH! *hysterical sobbing*  It's not the first time I've fallen down the steps (read: I've sprained my left ankle three times already) and I'm sure it won't be my last.  I've got a pension for missing steps and hurting myself, the difference is this time I walked hobbled away with three righteous bruises, including a fairly massive one on my hip, and a fractured ankle.  I hope this isn't a sign of things to come in my 28th year...because I gotta say, I can't handle any more.

Anyway, I figured I probably had a sprained ankle, because that's what I do, so I told Antoine he could wait and take me to urgent care the next morning.  Low and behold, I find out via X-rays that I've managed to take a little chip out of fibula.  And I'll have to wear an air cast/boot for at least three weeks.  Happy birthday me!  Actually, I don't get the air boot until Friday.  Until then I'm sporting an incredibly itchy fiberglass splint and crutches.  The doctor told me to elevate my leg and stay home for a couple days.  Of course, I didn't listen and went to work yesterday.  A stupid idea!  Sure, I have a job where I could sit most of the day, but I also work on a floor with no restroom, and while we have a freight elevator, it's not the most reliable thing.  So, after a couple hours I was just plain exhausted from trying to maneuver around and my leg was super sore.  I quickly decided that maybe the doctor had a point...so today and tomorrow I'm pretty much confined to bed, my leg propped up on a pillow.  All I can say, bring on the boot...this shit is getting boring!

On the plus side, I've got time to edit my pictures from Montreal so I'll have a little recap ready for tomorrow.