Okay, so apparently I don’t have shin splints, like I said earlier, but the way it hurt all freaking night long (to the point that the pain nauseated me), this thing has to be broken.

We had a great time at Jim’s and Terra’s house. The kids had a great time. The only thing I hated was that they were already showing “How the Grinch Stole Christmas”. It isn’t even Thanksgiving yet for heaven’s sake!! So now I am catching up on my DVR again…watching Cops from last night. I was up all night on the couch and finally went and got in bed about five this morning to no avail. I started with a $700 pay check, but as of right now I am down to $19 after paying bills. I am pretty sure I have enough gas in my car to make it until The Cop Magnet gets paid next week, but I am not sure about The Cop Magnet’s car or groceries or anything else.

All I have to do is ask and I know that my in laws will help us out with groceries. They are so great. I love them so much. I love them more than my own parents, but you have to understand – I am the product of two drug addicts (one of which was an alcoholic).

Here is another Sunday that I will be missing church. My foot just hurts too much. I really do think that the devil is out to get me. I am not the type of Pentecostal that says or thinks that the devil is hiding behind every bush or tree either. Yet since I published my short book on how to witness to a Wiccan, things have just gone to crap. I’ve been in a car wreck, the power cord to my lap top burnt up, and now on top of it all I have a broken ankle. We can’t even figure out exactly how I managed to break it.

I didn’t even get to go to my niece’s birthday party yesterday because it hurts so bad. Coming back from Jim’s I puked twice and puked three more times once we got home. The Darvocet just isn’t helping so I broke down and took a loratab and that still didn’t help. I just don’t know how much more pain I can take.

I only have a four day week (yeah!) but I have to walk (well hop since it’s crutches) from the parking lot to the OMU. Now that is going to stink. Can’t they just cut my foot off? I can’t afford to park in the garage (that’s like $14 a day).

Guess I am going to go check my email.

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