Ok, well not really but he figuratively did.
He asked me what color cast I was getting.
And then I threw myself on the floor and cried. And then I cried some more. Then I climbed half way back into the chair, flopped back onto the floor and cried some more.
Ok, not really.
I whiningly (take that spell checker) admitted that my podiatrist doesn't have colored casting material. And that I, the amazing, spectacular, fabulous Katehopeeden would have to have a boring, dull, regular, white cast.
And then I sighed. Heavily.
Then, New Construction Boss said that the last time he had to get a cast, he got a camouflage one and his daughters thought it was soooooooo cool.
And then Rico Suave says, "Yeah, I had a camo cast once but no one could see it so they were always bumping into it."
Labels: At work, My broken foot, my crazy life
