Fast-Topic-Changing-Friday. No, SUPER-Fast-Topic-Changing-Friday. That’s just the way things have been around here.

Have you ever looked ahead to your schedule, noticed that you were going to be busy, and then planned ahead to make it easy on yourself? I did laundry, caught up on emails, cleaned the house, stocked up on dog food, etc. And then…

A bunch of crazy stuff happened, throwing hundreds of tiny wrenches into my well-oiled machine. Nothing major, just annoyances, really. The kinds of things I would shrug off if they hit me one-at-a-time.

As a last straw, I started doing stupid things while trying to function in the chaos. Like realizing there was nothing to eat in the house, going to the grocery store and spending $50, and getting home to realize I hadn’t bought anything to eat. Ha!

Time to slow down and get my head on straight.

	Poor Ike got sick. I’m sure because he ate something disgusting off the ground. Nothing serious, but I was worried about dehydration in this heat. He’s back to eating regularly and bossing the other dogs around. Next…!
	I think my foot is doing well. I’m able to spend some time out of the cast now, trying to get my muscles loosened up. It isn’t totally comfortable, so I’m trying to distinguish what is injury pain vs. atrophy discomfort. I know, I know, go to the doctor, right? My visits to the doctors have been so frustrating that I’m kinda hoping my foot just gets better already. Next…!
	Aww! My breakfast made a heart! Next…!
	This is Cowboy, a foster boy I took in for 24 hours before before he went to his forever home. He was a delight! I did, however, have to stay home for those 24 hours, since there wasn’t going to be time to help acclimate him to my home more permanently. Lucky for me, Amanda brought me food that day. Next…!
	Ike and I are both on the mend. Next…!
	Tippy’s got it right. Time to slow down, catch up on baseball, buy some groceries, make fun plans for the weekend, and get a grip again. Chaos doesn’t suit us. Have a great weekend!

Fast-Topic-Changing Friday, hold the anchovies.

I posted about my broken foot last week, so I don’t need to go over that again. This week I’d like to address what is going on in my HEAD. “My Mental Illness”, as I’m kindly addressing it.

A broken foot should make one want to slow the hell down. Sit more. Put one’s foot up. Heal. Rest. Right?

Not me. My Mental Illness took over, and I was determined to keep up with my normal schedule and activities. How could a three-pound cast hold me back? I had things to do! Places to go! People to see!

I have a problem. Well, I like to think I had a problem.

	I’m trying to do more of this. In fact, I’m not only trying to sit more, but I’m also asking others for help. Oh, it makes me so anxious, but I’m doing it. My mom has asked me to send her a daily email listing the ways I’ve allowed other people to help me. I have been able to report back an especially great kindness from my friends – they are COOKING for me! Bringing me delish food! I do love them so. Next…!
	I tilted the camera down on the tripod after taking the photo above. This was what was happening on the floor. Or, not happening. They are very good at resting their feet. Next…!
	No reason for this photo, other than the fact that I was struck by the colors of the vintage needles against my office wall color. Next…!
	Quick update on my foot – I have no update. It’s a long story, but I have an appointment with my doctor next week, where I will get a referral to an orthopedic doctor. That doctor will be able to make sense of my MRI results. Next…!
	The knitting I’m doing right now is secret. Shhhh. Next…!
	The dogs and I are about to head out for a short walk, then I’m going to REST MY FOOT. I swear. Have a great weekend! P.S. to my mom – All of the photos in this post were taken in my house, which proves that I’m staying home and resting.

No, that’s not Quasimodo sneaking up behind you. It’s me. I broke my foot. Oh, I wish I had a good story to tell about the break. Like maybe…

I dropped a sledgehammer on my foot!

Rollerderby practice!

I kicked someone!

The truth is that I WOKE UP with a broken foot. I know that sounds impossible, I hardly believe it myself. I went to bed fine and walking on two feet, and woke up around 6am in pain. I knew my foot was probably broken, but people don’t wake up with broken feet, right?

Apparently, I injured my foot some time in recent history, and KILLED A BONE. Dead. Dead bone. It’s called osteonecrosis. That bone has been getting more and more brittle, just waiting for the day that I roll over in bed and break it.

	This is the classic “step-thud” photo. I was on crutches the first couple of days, but I’ve been getting around in the walking cast pretty well since then. The good news is that all of my right shoes are getting a much needed rest.
	Here’s the scoop. See that little bone chip that has decided it “needed some space” from the rest of my overbearing and controlling foot? Yeah. And the really white piece of bone it broke from is the dead part. And the bottom of the dead part is more broken mess. The doctor couldn’t tell if it’s one big broken chunk, or sort of a brittle bone crumble.
	We’ll know more later today, because I had an MRI last night. The MRI should show how much bone is dead, and if my foot can heal without surgery. Or if my foot is going to break again next time I drop a kitchen towel on it.
	Here I am filling out the forms before my MRI. Are you pregnant? No. Knocked up? No. With child? No. Preggo? No. Got a bun in the oven? No. Baby bump? No. In a family way? NO NO NO. I swear, I answered that question 20 times last night.
	Gettin’ crafty wit it. I’ll report back with more news soon.
	The dogs seem to know I’m injured, and they’re being really good. They’re being cool with short, slow walks. Well, Ike and Abe are. Tippy is a pain in the ass. Good thing he’s cute. Finally, a well-lit photo of Abe. So handsome. Have a great weekend on your two healthy feet!

Regularly scheduled Fast-Topic-Changing-Friday has been postponed until next week so we can bring you…umm…this. Instead.

Video, video, video! Shooting knitting videos. I’m normally a person with very set routines and a very tidy house, but all of that has been pushed aside for this production. No complaints, trust me. It is a great project, I’m learning so much, and having a lot of fun.

We’re working long days, but always making time to catch up on baseball over lunch, and to enjoy a cold beer in the afternoon. Good times.

	I started the week waiting for the a/c repairman to get here. Triple-digit temps and 1000-watt lights do not mix.
	Then it was back to work.
	I’m not only in front of the camera, but I’m learning to be a production assistant as well. I can change a gel, raise a camera stand, set my microphone transmitter frequency, and bring coffee to the director.
	Parker, the director.
	I’m really proud of the dogs for staying out of the way, mostly. They’re carefully stepping over cords and keeping away from the hot lights.
	…and doing a lot of this.
	It’s a really fun project and something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. Results soon. Have a great holiday weekend!