Day 61

So I called this morning to make an appointment for my heel pain... And they couldn't fit me in for three weeks, so they suggested I go to the ER. Now let me explain to everyone who isn't Nate for a moment, that the ER on an Army post is not only an Emergency Room, but also an after-hours sort of clinic. I still hate going. I hate going to the ER when I don't feel like its an emergency...however, my husband's job gives me the benefit of health care, so when I'm sick or hurt, I use it.

I went. Actually, Jenn and I went. Luckily, she understands that no one wants to sit there for hours upon end alone, so she was my moral support for the evening.

Anyway, I'm supposed to ice and elevate. No bone damage that they can find, luckily, but she said it could take a while to heal. *Sigh*

I miss you bunches and love you more. Can't wait for you to be home. Sleep safe, and I'll find you tonight in my dreams. I love you. Goodnight.