Support Means a Lot...

My dinner didn't turn out as planned.
Frank (my husband) came home and immediately began to nag about a bed not being made and then went on about some other i$$ues. (major eye roll) I have not been on top of things around the house much because I have my leg in a supportive "air boot" all day because of a torn achilles tendon and it is difficult at best to do the things I normally do.

However, this doesn't seem to be a factor for him. My doctor would surely freak if he even knew that I went into the kitchen at that point and put the ravioli's in the pot and plated up the meatballs, sausage and made a salad. (the sauce was already made and warming) My doctor and I agreed that I would keep off of my ankle until it healed....I forgot to factor in the fact that I have very little support here. It seems that if you're not bleeding excessively or have tubes attached to your nose and mouth, you're pretty much ok.

I immediately went to lay down, as my ankle was absolutely throbbing, and I fell asleep.
It is now 8:13 and I am starving, but I just don't feel like preparing anything and will probably have a shake and some berries.

This was probably more information that I should have posted, but it's my journal and I am treating it as such.

My point is, support is everything! It means a lot to have my gusband ask how my day was... or maybe tell me I look like I'm losing or "wow, look at your toe ring!!" *wink* or making life just a little bit happy for the short time he's here before going to the next job...I see the man for 10 minutes to a half hour everyday and it's the most miserable part of my day.

Sorry, this is turning into a novel. But I needed to vent.

*Sunny*