All it takes is one busted foot to make you appreciate all you used to have -- the ability to walk and run, do things around the house and not be in pain. I hobbled into the office yesterday on my crutches so I could attend a training class but I was a wreck by the time I got home. Trying to keep off my foot, use different muscles to walk with crutches, not being able to move around freely -- it made me appreciate the mobility I took for granted.
No more flip flops! If I hadn't had them on, I would have been able to react faster when I didn't see the elevated part of my friend's garage floor and misjudged where to put my feet.
And no, I hadn't had a drink (one of my brothers accused me of this). It was 10:00 in the morning so the strongest thing I'd had so far was coffee.