At this point I decided that I need to let Pete and Lisa know I was going to stay home. I almost tossed my cookies right there in the parking lot. I picked the glass off of my seat and drove home. I still haven't cleaned it up yet. I just got off the phone with the police department. They informed me that there have been 20 Honda Accords stolen lately and the 1997 is the preffered model. Flipping fantastic. She said to take every precaution. Well duh, I already lock the doors and park in crowded places. Short of never leaving the garage, I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do. I guess it's good that the car wasn't stolen. There is my positive spin on the situation.
Oh yeah and PT yesterday, also bad news. They referred me to an orthopedic surgeon. Now not to worry, it doesn't seem that I'll need surgery on my ankle, but they are almost positive I have a stress fracture. I have an appointment with the orthopedic surgeon on Monday. First I'll have to get x-rays. If they do see the stress fracture, I'll have to wear a boot. Booooo. I was given a range from anywhere in between 3 weeks and 8 weeks. That would mean I'd basically be limited to the pool for exercise which is just a total bummer. It could be worse, I'm not fighting for my life like Jason. Who by the way, is making some really positive progress but is not out of the woods yet.
Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day. Until then I'm resting, trying not to get pukey and cuddling with Lucky.