To begin with, let me say I can't stand people who moan and groan about their illnesses. Keep it to yourself, I say! No one wants to hear it!
So here's my story:
A couple of months ago, my 90-pound dog Gideon trampled my foot in his haste to run out the door. I didn't think much of it at the time, but the next morning I couldn't move my foot or curl my toes, and there was no walking. I managed to hop, hobble and shuffle my way through the day, and the next. My neighbors loaned me their crutches (and it's not every neighbor who has those, so I was really lucky). Finally, after 3 days of soaking, elevating and icing, First Husband took me to the doctor.
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