#archiduque

My mom is doing her best to cheer me up. I've feeling frustrated for the last few days, in big part because of my foot, to the point that today I couldn't take it anymore and I cried all morning. I'm exhausted of this whole situation.

She saw me crying and she didn't know what to do. But she sat next to me and said that she's doing everything she can to make feel comfortable, so I can bear this situation.

I know it's true. I've seen her! But it's frustrating because she shouldn't be running because of me. She has a lot of things to do and I'm basically a burden. 

That's how I feel now: a freaking burden...for everyone.

That's not fair with her. She said I'm not a burden...that things happen for a reason, but I'm just tired of that "excuse".

I love my mom and I really appreciate everything she's doing for me because, let's face it: 2014 was an AWFUL year for me, especially since my foot thing, but I don't want to be another problem for her.

New plot twist, people: At the last minute, the surgery was canceled. YEEEESSSSS!!!

Minutes before the anesthesia, the doctors decided to check my feet again and they realized that the bone is healing itself. 

One of the doctors explained me that a fracture usually starts to heal by its own after the four week. Mine had already seven weeks. That's why decided to check my foot before to follow the original plan.

When they told me that everything was cancelled, I didn't care about all the paperwork that my mom, my sister and I had to do for the last two weeks, or the money that I spent in taxis or the rest of sacrifices that I did because of the surgery, in that moment I felt ... relief.

Yes, for a moment, I wanted to yell the doctor for all this "wasted" time, but at the end that "wasted" time was worth because it gave chance to the bone to get better and now, I just need foot rehab instead of a surgery and its, probably, painful recuperation.

Besides, I was freaking out about the anesthesia part. I didn't know if it would be a partial one or a complete one. You know, things could happen and my mind played with me. 

They also decided to remove the splint (THANK GOD!) and now I'm wearing an orthopedic shoe. I'm still need the crutches but, at least my foot is on the ground again, which is fantastic.

And now, a new chapter in this story is beginning, people ....

Tomorrow is the big day. I'm going to have my foot surgery in the afternoon. At 5 pm. If everything works out, the doctors are going to "glue" my broken bone and by 8 or 9 pm I will leave the hospital.

It looks a small procedure, and although they have told me it's simple, I'm really nervous and scared. I'm so anxious that I got sick today (my head and my stomach are killing me, still).

Remember when I said that my pinky toe was broken and that I need to wait for my medical appointment to see if I were to be send to the orthopedist?

PLOT TWIST, PEOPLE!!

On Tuesday night my mom took me to the Emergency Room. My foot got worst! It swelled and started to hurt like hell. we got there just before Midnight and by 3:30 am, I was "wearing" (not proudly) a splint on foot (that reaches most of my leg) and the doctor was telling me that I need surgery in two weeks ... tops! 

Being honest, I didn't know what to do in that moment: to laugh, to cry.... I wasn't in shock, but I got really nervous about the whole thing.

He also prescribed me 30 sick days... A WHOLE MONTH! (Thank God I work from home) and after the surgery he's going to prescribe me more sick days.

Yeap, this is not a good picture...at all!! But at this point, there's nothing that I can do, just to accept what's happening and facing what is coming. (YAAAY! Christmas in crutches. Nice. -_-')

But, I'm not gonna lie: I'm freaking scared. Scared of the surgery. Scared of the recovery. Scared of being unable of doing the things that I used to do before like dancing, jogging or even walking as I used to walk.

I just saw my X-Rays (Finally!) ... Do you believe me if I say that my pinky toe is broken? :O

I'm in SHOCK! The girl who took the X-Rays showed me where the fracture is and it places across the bone. The good news, is that the fracture hasn't moved, mainly because I've been in bed and I'm using the crutches, but if I have an abrupt move, they send me to surgery.

I have my medical appointment next week. The doctor will check the X-Rays and my foot again and he'll decide what to do. Probably, he send me with the orthopedic specialist, but that's his call.

“Veinte heridos en una explosión al paso de la comitiva del archiduque”. Este era el titular que podía leerse en el rótulo (arriba) de la noticia que la televisión siria daba ayer como urgente, como si acabase de suceder, cuando en realidad acaban de cumplirse cien años del acontecimiento.

Todo se debió a un error, como es lógico, que sin embargo no ha pasado desapercibido por las dimensiones del…