I have been known to take shortcuts. I love it when I find a quicker way through town. One that skips a few lights. One that takes me on roads less traveled. And the end result is that I usually get to my destination sooner.
I have not always been very patient. With others, I generally am very patient. Not so much with myself. Yes. I'm the one that likes the shampoo and conditioner combination. It's quicker that way. I like the clothes that don't need to be ironed. I use the laundry soap with softener in it. I am constantly looking for ways to be quicker in things and more efficient.
I have had some success and some failures in cooking. There are times when the recipe should be followed to a "t". And if the recipe says you should sift your dry ingredients, you should follow this direction. I have also had some success in using substitutes. But it hasn't worked out well every time.
So this weekend, I did all sorts of rushing around. I finished cleaning my upstairs in record time. I was celebrating this accomplishment by whistling as I walked, ok bounced, down the steps. Almost to the end I missed the second to last step and fell.
After a couple of hours the pain had not subsided. In fact it was getting worse. Even after icing it. And elevating it. I needed to go to urgent care. Luckily my sore foot is my left one. I'm still able to drive. An x-ray was ordered. My doctor said it looked like a sprain. The x-ray said it wasn't. In fact three toes are broken. Pretty badly, too. Home I went with a fancy new boot and a pair of crutches. And now I get to have a follow up appointment with a podiatrist.
All this for skipping one step. Just one...
