And my foot is broken...

So I went to the doctor today to get a new referral to continue seeing my pain management doctor.  Stupid that I needed a new referral, but the military does whatever they want.  I mentioned to the doctor my concerns about my weight and not being able to go to the gym.  The equipment in the gym aggravates my back and then I end up whining to my pain management doctor that my back pain is getting worse.  I also mention that I've been having some pain in my left foot (it's been there for about 2-3 months but I figure while I'm there I should mention it).  She sends me for some lab work to test my thyroid and then for an x-ray of my foot, of course after she lectures me for wearing flip flops.  But hey I was getting a pedicure when I finished at the doctor, therefore flip flops are a must!  So as I'm finishing up my massage and going in for my pedicure, I get a voicemail from my doctor saying that I need to call them back.  The nurse tells me that I have a stress fracture on my 3rd metatarsal of my left foot...and I'm going to be in a walking boot for 3 weeks.  Oh forgot to mention...I GRADUATE NEXT WEEKEND!!!  Ugh this is Karma for A-me waiting too long to get it checked out, and B-for opening my big fat mouth a week before graduation.  :(  At least I got a great pedicure today so my toes will be pretty when I get my boot tomorrow morning!  I will also mention that as I was getting my lab work done (at the Army hospital) the lab tech goes "that was my fault" as he is sticking me with the needle and I feel shooting pain and burning feeling go from my elbow down to the wrist.  He then tells me that he hit something he wasn't supposed to, and that the Army hospital doesn't really try to save lives...they try to take them.  Not a fun feeling when your vein feels like it collapsed and the burning feeling won't go away.  The best way to describe it is if you've ever had a morphine pump after a surgery.  Whenever the morphine goes into your vein it burns a little bit, but goes away within a few seconds.  Multiply that feeling by about 20 and have it not go away...and that's how my arm feels right now. 

On another note, the hubby is taking me to Kansas City for the weekend to celebrate my graduation a week early.  :)  My brother is gracefully volunteered his time to come stay at our house this weekend and hang out with the dogs.  I am donating my Durango for his use this weekend since his car is broken, plus I bought him soda, chips, bratwurst, hamburger, some charcoal and lighter fluid to have a BBQ while he is here.  Some of our friends live around the corner so my brother is going to hang out with them while he is here!  Yay for some relaxation!

Keep your eyes peeled for a post regarding the Wounded Warrior Wife retreat that I attended in Nashville April 20-22nd.  I'm still trying to process that weekend through my brain, but that should be posted sometime on Sunday!