You know it's 2009 right?

Soooo.... if you haven't heard, I broke my foot. Fifth metatarsal to be exact. Wanna hear the story? Well even if you don't, I'm sure that by the end of it you will be glad that you did. Most people are.

It was a dark cold not so stormy Saturday night, Tyra and I went out for a last minute GNO, but this time her friend Frank came with a couple of his guy friends and some other girl. We went to Delaware Park and decided to try our luck at the slot machines, and later the blackjack tables. All the $5 tables were taken up, along with the $10 tables, and from the looks of some of the people there I'm pretty sure they were there payin' rent. ANYWAYS, the only tables left over were the $25 tables... we were doin' pretty good and made a deal with each other that the minute either one of us lost once, we would take our money and go. I won $60 and Tyra won $80... so we were a little excited (mostly I was because I've never gambled before :) let alone won anything LOL)

After which we all went up stairs, and talked a few politics, and I made some new republican friends. I don't remember what decided it, but we made our way to Hockessin and to...I guess it's called the zoo lounge maybe? I don't remember. While there we got the VIP treatment. We were having a great time laughing and carrying on. SOMEHOW the topic of 80's dance moves came up. Being the person I am, I go ahead and show off my skills. Mind you I was wearing stiletto's. I started with the 'Running Man' and added a little 'Roger Rabbit' to the mix. Looking down at my feet I realized that wearing those shoes while bustin' a move probably wasn't the BEST idea I've ever had. After I took the proper precautions by taking off the shoes I continued with my display of awesomeness. Don't know how, when, or why, but during the process I landed on my foot wrong. I felt the pain shoot up my leg immediately. Even though I was intoxicated, I knew that the running man had just gone horribly horribly wrong. BUT I didn't shed a tear and in my then display of stupidity I continued to with a little attempt at the kid 'n play and then sat my not so happy ass down.

We left and went back to Tyra's place. She gave me tenny runners to go home in the next morning, and I went to bed. I woke up in the most excruciating pain I felt in a long long time. I looked down at my foot and it was swollen up to just about the size of a baseball, and it was all different colors. I went over to Nicole's house to show her my art work and she gave me an icepack. Andre looked at my foot and told me I definitely broke it, and that I needed to go to the Dr.

I didn't want to go, but after a few hours of pain, and wondering exactly what was going on underneath the swelling, and sausage sized toes I caved. I called around and found a Walk-in clinic in Hockessin. I called Nicole and we made our way down there.

While sitting in the waiting room, we were off and on watching SpongeBob Squarepants and talking about our childhoods. Something on the TV caught Nicole's eyeball, and she decided to mention it. "Look Yolanda it's you!" I turn my head quickly to the TV as if I was expecting to actually see myself on there, maybe doing the running man...breaking my foot. That somehow it was recorded and put on the 5 o'clock news. That's not what I see. What I DO see is Patrick. I turn back to her quickly "I'm a fat starfish?" I ask her. She started laughing as if that's not what she was referring to, but that it was because on this particular episode, Patrick was tanning and became shiny and tan. But I know better than that.

We get called into the back, and proceed to tell my story to the staff. After a few trips in and out of my room, one by one they come back laughing. Nurse, Radiology Tech, Doctor...later the receptionist, you name it they were havin' their fun. After a few sarcastic comments like: "You know it's 2009 right?" and "There is a reason those dance moves stayed in the 80's" I got my X-Ray and got a free ride in a wheelchair back to the room. I sat there for about 10 minutes when the Doctor came back and told me it was definitely broken. The bone had twisted and broke in 2 places. I needed to consult an orthopedic surgeon to see if I needed pins in it. They fitted me with a walking cast (which I call my 'Air Jordan' because I can push the little blue bump on the front and can pump it up with air :) LOL Nice!) They gave me a CD with my X-ray on it to show the Ortho. Surgeon when I made my appointment.

That Wednesday I went to the orthopedic clinic to see the Doctor. After staring at him and his beautiful smile for awhile I remembered why I was there, and I quickly told him what happened. He came back after looking at the x-ray, and told me that I had to wear the boot for 4 weeks, come back for another x-ray on the 25th of March, and they will fit me with an air cast that I can wear in my sneaker. I didn't need pin's is all I heard. LOL :)

Here are some pictures for your enjoyment, and I'm going to go ahead and stay away from pumpin' up the jam for awhile.