I so feel like a character from a movie...any one will do...so long as he is totally confined to his home with what appears to this layman's medical opinion to be a broken foot. So hopping to the fridge is a nightmare and hoping to the toilet is a nightmare. And the little adventure we call hopping to the garage for a cold Pepsi is a painful adventure in discomfort, bitches. I am alone all weekend and can't get around anywhere. And the time that I can just take sleeping pills to sleep this painful night away they stop working on me and here I remain...awake and intense and grumpy beyond all hell. I am so hoping that an octopus slithers past me so I can strangle it.
