Bustin' It

I'm not sure, but I think I may have an injury that officially qualifies me as "old." I fell in my bathroom this morning, and really for no good reason. I fell in my bedroom once, but at the time I was eight months pregnant with twins and trying to wear sandals with a heel. (Duh!) Today, I would like to tell you that I tripped over the dog, tripped over my kid, slipped on a toy, or even that the floor was wet. Sadly, none of the above is true.
I had been sitting on the edge of the tub putting on makeup, and decided I needed something in the other room. Unfortunately, while I was sitting down, both of my legs and feet had gone to sleep.You didn't imagine that tiny earthquake you felt this morning! When I stood up and tried to take a step, my right foot bent back, my knees buckled, and down I went onto my left thigh. I am expecting it to be a lovely shade of purple tomorrow. I sat there on the floor, trying to figure out whether I was really hurt (I was) and what I was going to do if in fact, my foot was broken. I had my phone in my hand, so at least I could have called my husband, although that would definitely have been a last resort. So I hung out on the floor until the feeling returned to my legs and feet, reveling in my own stupidity.
My most significant injury (obviously I didn't die of embarrassment) was to my right foot. I actually heard a loud popping sound as my foot bent backward at a most unnatural angle. The metatarsal bones (the long skinny ones right on top on your foot) in my right foot are absolutely killing me. I could barely get my shoe on, and now after hobbling through my errands all morning I've had to take it off because it hurts too bad to wear it anymore! So now I'm off to prop it up. I feel certain the kids will let me do that for at least 30 seconds at a time. Guess who's getting a spa treatment tonight?