Soooooo.... the Bridal Shower was on Sunday. It was lovely! About 30 of us and an incredible camaraderie was forged from the very beginning although most of us didn't know each other.
However, me being me, it would have to have more of a story than that, right? Well, it does. An hour before leaving for the shower, I wrote the little card attached to the bottle bag, picked up the bottle of wine, dropped it into the bag and proceeded to drop the bag on my toe which actually broke the bottle! MY TOE broke the bottle!
I had a full car of people to bring to the shower and managed to drive since it hit my left toe which was turning blue by then...
After the shower and having dropped off all my peeps, I went home and started icing it.
I was in total agony, didn't sleep the whole night, and went to my doc at 8:30 Monday morning. He told me to get my ass to the hospital because it was definitely broken.
My son took me and indeed my toe is broken in two places. Not much to be done about it. The fractures are not 'dislocated' so they will fuse back together on their own... They gave me preventative antibiotics and some serious pain meds... I've been sleeping most of the time for the last two days.
There is no way I'll be able to wear my heels for the whole night at the wedding (August 18th) and my dress is already hemmed, so, being the eternal problem solver, I bought myself some platform sneakers that give me the same height as the heeled shoes - 3 inches.
The doc says the pain should start subsiding by the weekend which is a good thing because we have a pre-wedding 'family day' in the mountains this Saturday....
When I was 10 years old, I kicked my mother in the shin and broke my second toe. I never told her (although she had to know since I was limping pretty badly). I knew if I complained she would tell me: "Good! God punished you for kicking me!"
Ten days ago, I went for dinner with my son, his future wife and her mother. I regaled them with stories about Eddie, including how he was such a klutz and that for both of my sons barmitzvahs he had to wear make up to hide injuries. The first time, the photographer had taken my boys to the park to get some pics and he fell off a ladder and ended up with a huge 'egg' on his forehead. The second time (for his own bar), they had a fun day at school where you climb a wall while wearing velcro gloves, knee pads, etc... and then you push off and land on an air mattress... He slid along the mattress and scraped his entire cheek!
So at dinner, 10 days ago, we had a good laugh...
So all that being said, I know that my mom is up in heaven, laughing her ass off and saying: "God punished you for making fun of your son!"
These are my platform sneakers...
https://www.urbanoutfitters.com/en-ca/s ... pe=REGULAR