elisharene:
Metropolitan Brewery Tour
elisharene:
Metropolitan Brewery Tour
elisharene:
I don't need a stinkin' doctor's note. I can text photos to my boss of my ongoing medical meltdown.
elisharene:
My rash is better but still, ugh, rashy.
elisharene:
Pinkeye prevents me from working and having friends. It's no longer contagious, I swear! Just looks bad.
elisharene:
My ankle is so swollen you can't even see the heel of my foot.
elisharene:
My ankle is in there somewhere.
elisharene:
My Broken Fibula
elisharene:
Brentley likes to sniff my splint.
elisharene:
My ankle: after the splint, before the cast, bruised, swollen, and freezer-burned.
elisharene:
I'm too broken for a walking cast!
elisharene:
I'm using the electric wheelchair at the grocery store!
elisharene:
My leg is up on the couch, my mom is grilling on the porch, the plant's name is Ethel.
elisharene:
Brentley gets a haircut. I'm still in this damn cast.
elisharene:
Brentley and I wait for a ride to the vet.
elisharene:
Waiting For Cast Removal
elisharene:
My foot is super swollen/crooked
elisharene:
The cast is cut!
elisharene:
My New Frenemy: The boot
elisharene:
My right foot looks boxy, not foxy.
elisharene:
Elisha "Two Pairs of Glasses" Marshall