A Vodka and Chocolate Kind of Day

My morning started with my brother frantically texting me to call him ASAP.  His very messy divorce is getting messier.

As soon as I got to work, my aunt called to give me a heads up that my mother's infection just won't go away and they are likely going to be sending her back here. An hour later she confirmed that was the plan.  My mother will likely have to have her new knee replaced, which would involve a temporary antibiotic spacer for several weeks before the new one is installed. Or they could amputate.

Call me a selfish bitch, but the thought of my mother coming back here for several months again nearly made me cry at my desk at work.  It was so, so hard adding her in to my already precarious balance last year. I don't want that stress again.

Then a friend who always manages to be in legal trouble called with more legal trouble. I just ignored her texts because I was busy, and I couldn't freaking deal with anyone else's problems by that point.

Got hung up at work a bit late.  Met DH for dinner while the twins were at church (they asked to start going to church on Wednesday nights, who am I to say no?). I was bitching about my day to DH and he said, "you know what we need to do? Go to the batting cages!"

And so we went.  And it was therapeutic.  DH called out "This one's your brother! This one's your mom! This one's your surly teenage daughter!"

And then I hit one onto the top of my foot.  Did I mention that I came straight from work?  So I was still in heels. Yeah, there's a reason you don't play baseball in heels. And no, I don't know how I managed to hit a ball straight down onto my foot.

I immediately uttered a curse word and my foot immediately started to swell.  You could see a perfect, white imprint of the ball on the top of my foot. It kept swelling and got a bit tingly, and my toes won't bend. I'm 95% certain its a hematoma, and WebMD agrees with me. I just don't know if I broke anything under the hematoma. I can kind of walk on it.

So I'm sitting here iced and elevated, sipping a cocktail (with whipped cream flavored vodka, which is so very yummy). I guess I'll see what it looks like in the morning and decide if I need to go to the doctor. Now I just need some damn chocolate.