tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214158919937924210.post5028675174648517431..comments2023-09-29T02:46:33.887-07:00Comments on Laurel's Quill: Mercy MeLaurel's Quillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11992961037629400452noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1214158919937924210.post-89073567970977209292010-05-03T12:22:44.991-07:002010-05-03T12:22:44.991-07:00Reminds me of when I had a hairline fracture in my...Reminds me of when I had a hairline fracture in my foot. I didn't even need crutches, but had to hobble around for about 4-5 weeks with this moon-boot foot brace. I walked at a pace that was slightly slower than crawling. I couldn't exercise. I was the epitome of grumpiness. The only things that got me through it all were my vicodin prescription (not ashamed to admit it) and my loving boyfriend who took me to the hospital in the first place and carried me around for the first few days of my injury.<br /><br />I remember thinking, "Once I am healed, I will NEVER, EVER take my feet for granted again." And I really haven't.Joselynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02787766802457315256noreply@blogger.com