Weddingbee Blog

As you may know, I currently am sporting a bright yellow cast. You might be wondering how this happened? It really is a funny story. I was at home on a Monday (Patriot’s Day in Massachusetts…also Marathon Monday) on the computer waiting for Mr. Beanstalk to be done at work because we had an ice cream date! I had been sitting on my right foot, like I always do, and then got up to check my phone to see if he had left yet. (I was really craving ice cream!)

I went to step down, but I couldn’t feel my foot—it dawned on me in that moment that it had fallen asleep. It was too late. I fell to the floor and all of my weight landed on the lateral part of my foot. I knew it wasn’t good. I could somewhat move my foot, so I figured it was just a sprain.

I took the next two days off of work to heal my injury. I had a meeting a few days later, so I had to go in. I wrapped my foot up in a bandage and hobbled in to work. I was fine at first; I was walking on my heel (probably not a good idea), but where I work and what I do requires a ton of standing and walking and lifting and whatnot. By lunchtime I was hobbling at a snail’s pace.

A few people told me I should go see a doctor because it could in fact be something a bit more serious than a sprain. The rest of the day I debated, to go or not to go? A few friends told me it couldn’t be broken because I would be in more pain and it would more than likely heal on its own. Ultimately, I decided to get it checked out (it’s always better to err on the side of caution). So after work I drove to the local hospital and admitted myself into the ER.

It’s a good thing I recently painted my toes!

I was there a few hours and Mr. Beanstalk, being the loving fiance that he is, left work to meet me. He got there just after I had my right foot X-rayed. When the doctor came in he told us the news: I had broken one of my metatarsal bones and would need a special boot and crutches!! Six to eight weeks was the estimated healing time. I was told to see a specialist who would further help treat me and better diagnose my injury.

Can you spot the fracture? It’s way on the right in the little box.

X-ray of my foot up close

Even though I was advised to stay off of my foot, I went to work the next day (and hopped up four flights of stairs on one foot to get there!). Between the hopping and the crutches, I was exhausted by the time I arrived! I was only there a few hours, long enough to speak to HR and tie up any loose ends as far as scheduling goes.

I spent the next few days leading up to my visit to the specialist either lying in bed or on the couch. I felt useless. I couldn’t do anything. I was completely sore from the crutches. I had never felt so helpless. Everything I did had to be planned out (even my trips to the bathroom) because, once I was sitting, I wasn’t getting up for a while. I’m normally a very clean person and often spend my days off doing house chores like laundry and tidying up. I couldn’t do any of that.

I wore my skinny jeans to see the specialist, not even thinking a cast was a possibility. I was sent home to change into sweats so that the cast could be applied!

Knowing our engagement photos would be shot with me in a cast, I had to choose a cast color that would go with my vision and theme (plus most of my wardrobe because I couldn’t be clashing). Sadly, they didn’t have teal, so I opted for a bright, cheery yellow! It really is a ray of sunshine on my foot! Ideally, I would love to take our photos sans cast and crutches, but we already have our tickets and travel arrangements, so rescheduling isn’t an option. I’m just going to make the most of my situation. I’m not going to worry about the little things. You have to take what life gives you and if it’s lemons, well, than make the best darn lemonade!

My new friend for the next few weeks!

My unofficial anthem is Kelly Clarkson’s “Stronger.” I’ve listened to it 100 times since I hurt my foot. It really is true…”What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger!” At the end of the day I have to laugh and find humor in it all. Who would have thought all of this would result from a foot that fell asleep?

Have you hurt yourself prior to any wedding activities? How did you deal?