Bruise

J.C. is still in a lot of pain.

She called the orthopedist yesterday to make a follow-up appointment, and when she told them the bruising was pretty bad around her ankle, the swelling hadn't gone down in her toes, and she still couldn't put any pressure on her foot at all, the podiatrist took another look at her emergency room X-rays and asked her to come in today.

We're hoping there's a fracture of some sort. Then she'll get fitted for a walking cast, and she can ditch her crutches. She's starting to experience what she calls crutch-rage: an anger that makes her want to put her crutches through things. Unfortunately for me, I'm usually about the only thing in striking distance. Well, me or Disco--the cat.

So far, both Disco and I remain unscathed, but J.C. is losing patience with her injury. Our general well being may not last much longer. If she gets a walking cast, though, J.C.'ll be able to use the clutch in her car. Maybe then she can drive out to the mall or something, let a few taillights have it.