Five bad boys with the power to rock you

Today marks five weeks of struggling through this adventure. Slow and steady, but I've yet to win the race. I think I'm just a bit worse for wear.

I'm actually in screaming pain right now. The bondage brace is off and I'm trying desperately not to go cross-eyed (both out of pain and boredom). I long for week two and three when I was in swollen, painless bliss. I may have walked funny, but I sure didn't hurt like this. Ibuprofen down the hatch (don't tell the narc) hopefully they kick in soon. The narc aka my dad is a regulator of over the counter medicine. He reads every label and follows the hour and dosage suggestions to a tee. I? open my mouth and swallow until the pain stops.

Andrea and I discussed last night the importance of good advice. We came to the conclusion that her fortune cookie gave better advice than her boytoy. I know the people in my life that I go to when I want to be coddled, those who will give me direct advice, and I know the people that will just listen and nod and smile. My mother is usually the first or the last person, I flop myself into her lap and she pets my head like I'm the puppy. When she's in a mood, she'll be far too honest with you and I caught her in that mood last night. I made her a latte and we chatted a bit about the progress of my ankle. She was blown away at how normal I was walking. I expressed the amount of pain I was in, and how I was worried about healing and running. What came out of her mouth was not expected:

"You won't be running in that race. You wont be ready, you wont be running." 

Gee thanks mom! I can always count on you to stay the right thing. Who is supposed to coddle me now? Thank goodness for my beyond positive attitude, I told her that I WILL be running, that my ankle does not have a choice in the matter nor the deciding vote and then stuck my tongue out at her. The six year old inside me wins again. Triumph!

I brought my Monster Paws with me to work today, it may be more appropriate to wear those than be constantly barefoot. Not one really minds, but I still don't think it's right. Plus, I dress too preppy to be a hippie. Black dress shirt and khaki shorts today, adorable!

Today's title comes from my fav. boy band of 1998 - 5ive!
Enjoy!