Ben and I worked hard over the Eater weekend getting the kitchen back in working order, but we're not finished; we're amazed how much there is to do to just clean a kitchen and/or how slowly we work. Ben thinks I'm so fussy, but, hey, I conceded we don't have to repaint the ceiling, so I'm not being a perfectionist. Harrumph!
Anyway, last night, trying to look at the top shelf of the new pantry, I pulled up a wooden chair and bumped my foot against one leg. I do this kind of things all the time, but yesterday it hurt badly and I was stunned. Anyway, we carried on, (no frozen peas,) cooked dinner, and opened a bottle of bubblie for Ben's birthday, and after about three hours we peeled the sock off just to have a look!
The center of the bruise was raised and pointed like a small breast, and looking at it made me queasy. Still, I thought it would just turn purple overnight so we went to bed, but this morning, it looked a bit worse and hurt a bit more. Ben and friend Jesse thought I might have done something to a bone, and immediately I imagined not being able to step on treadles. I was still sure there was nothing wrong with the bones, but there is the possibility of osteoporosis, so I reluctantly went to see a doctor and was told I broke a blood vessel, but there's nothing wrong with the bones. I have no trouble walking, but the bruise is super sensitive so I can't wear shoes. I'm supposed to have spectacular bruising in the next couple of days, and be better by weekend, (phew!), by which time we'll be ready to resume kitchen cleaning.