Fuck

I went to a sports medicine doctor on Monday in an attempt to obtain a sexy walking boot. Unfortunately, I got more than I bargained for: my sexy boot, extremely evil crutches, and a note essentially barring me from work for THREE WEEKS: "Must remain non-weightbearing on crutches at all times until seen for re-eval".

I will admit I am completely non-compliant with the crutches. I'm almost 33 weeks pregnant and I honestly think giving them to me was some kind of cruel joke. As evidenced by my injury, regular old walking is extremely dangerous for me, so throwing crutches into the mix is a recipe for (even more) disaster. On the positive side, the boot helps tremendously and I do attempt to stay off of it as much as possible, though that gets boring really fast.

I was only going to take off 8 weeks with the baby, so being forced out of work for 3 weeks really complicates things. If I had the money, I would have taken the full 12 weeks with Lily that FMLA grants me. Now I lose those 3 weeks, so even if I realized I could have taken them, they'll be gone. This is one very shitty aspect of America. I'll probably see if I can get my foot re-evaluated after 2 weeks though. Hopefully he would clear me to work.

Yesterday as I was on my way home from the doctor, I watched a car accident happen literally right in front of me. A car was T-boned trying to cross a main road from a side street. I'm not sure she stopped at the stop sign, but it was her fault regardless. Both cars ended up in my lane right in front of me, so I am very happy I hadn't been going even a tiny bit faster, or they could have hit me too. I stopped and let one of the drivers use my phone. Everyone seemed ok for the most part. Sooo freaking glad it wasn't me though.