Quilts, X-Rays, and One Crab

The only plans I had for this weekend included fabric shopping for a quilt I plan to make for myself. Yes, that sounds kinda selfish. But you’ve got to understand that everyone in the family has a quilt except me. Our first Great Dane, Lilly, claimed my purple, flowery quilt as hers and it’s now buried in the backyard with her. If any future owners of our house ever decide to put in a pool, they’re in for a big surprise.

Mom and I did get some time at the quilt shop and I found some pink batiks. Plus, I sifted through my mom’s stash and I filled in with some more fabrics. Batiks are my favorite because they are hand-dyed and become softer each time they’re washed.

Saturday morning my Sweetie and I went to the outlet mall so he could get some new shorts. In less than two hours my foot was swollen inside my sneaker and I was hobbling. For the past two weeks or so my left foot has gotten progressively sorer and I have no idea why. It’s not nerve pain or plantar fasciitis because I know what both of those feel like. I don’t remember injuring my foot. It just hurts. Resting it, icing it, and wearing tightly laced shoes help but it hurts again as soon as I walk on it.

The rest of Saturday was pretty low-key. G-Man went to the driving range and Mr. A had another Academy interview that he insisted on going to alone. I stayed home, put my foot up, and knitted. We ordered Chinese take-away and watched V for Vendetta for the 17th time. I don’t know why my Sweetie likes that movie so much but he does. I find it kinda humorous because I’m usually the one that loves the comic book/ sci-fi movies and wants to watch them over and over and over again.

After a night of weird dreams in which I was a lifeguard again, I woke up Sunday morning to the aroma of a sausage, onion, and mushroom frittata. I tell ya, my Sweetie lives up to his name. As we were eating, husband’s Cousin Jenny calls. She has two extra tickets to the Bucs football game and wants to know if my Sweetie and one of the boys want to go. He looks at me and I mouth “Go! Go!”

Once it was decided that G-Man will go to the game I jokingly asked why I wasn’t invited. Oh, the back-pedaling that occurred! I insisted that I really wasn’t in the mood to go so husband and youngest son left for the game.

By that time I could barely walk on my foot. Anyone who knows me knows that I have an extremely high tolerance for pain. This morning when I put my weight on my foot and I got nauseous from the pain then I knew that it was time to get it examined by someone with a medical degree.

Mr. A drove me to the urgent care clinic. I thought it was a little unfair that his brother was at a football game and he was driving his mom around. So I promised to buy him lunch afterwards.

I got right in at the clinic. The doctor examined my foot and x-rays were taken. By this time, I really thought I had a stress fracture but couldn’t figure out how I could have possibly done it. The results: Nothing. Nada. Zip. The doctor couldn’t find anything wrong with my foot. He said it could be tendonitis. He told me to continue doing what I was doing and to take some Advil.

I limped out of the walk-in clinic feeling like I had just wasted an hour and wondered how much the x-rays are going to cost. I felt like I had been dismissed as a whiner. Oh yea, and my foot still hurts.

Mr. A and I picked a restaurant where we could eat outside in the gorgeous weather. I sat in my seat pouting because I hadn’t received what I thought to be a satisfactory answer. Noticing my attitude, Mr. A informed me that I wasn’t allowed to order the crab sandwich because I already was one. Amazing how one comment from my child can straighten me out.

I’m still a little crabby. Not from my clinic visit. I’m over that now. I’m crabby from the pain in my foot that could be tendonitis. Also, cutting fabric for my quilt requires standing and standing = pain. So in the meantime, I’m going to put my foot up and knit.