Let's see. It feels like my foot has:
Been caught on fire
Stretched on a medieval torture machine
Impaled with an enormous iron stake
Clamped with an bear trap
Run over by a steam roller
Stomped on my an African Elephant
Chewed up by the garbage disposal
And hung out (to dry) . . .
Did I mention that it hurts?
See, I can describe my pain without exaggerating.
But seriously, I can barely walk. My plantar fascitis is so inflamed right now I'm having a hard time sitting still here in bed to type this. It hurts that much. I cried earlier. It was almost as bad as labor. ((sigh)) There I go exaggerating again.
I hope it doesn't hurt like this tomorrow for the tulip festival. That might put a damper on things.
Stay tuned for pictures of beautiful tulips (hopefully)
The Fat Chick