Holy crappy time

SO
i pretty much gave up on this blog, but I have plenty of time to keep it updated... With what I don;t really know. The recent news is that I have two fractured feet, both bearing fiberglass casts. They are itchy as hell by the way. So basically what happened is, at work I was helping out an intern prep for a cafe station that does the room service and the second dining room of the restaurant/hotel I work at. He came an hour late or something and was kinda of fritzing at the prep he had to do. I had roughly fifteen minutes left till I was going to punch out so i decided to help the kid. Grabbing a stock pot so he could blanch his pasta, ensuring him where all his frozen mise was and where the back ups were. Grabbing him crap left and right so he could start prepping it all out. So I go into the walk in to grab him some butternut squash which is behind a small table designed to keep product off the ground. As I turn around i hop over the corner and onto my right foot. Squeeze POP! Wowee, I thought, what the hell was that? I paced in the walk in rapidly a few times because my initial thought was what the hell kind of pop was that. I thought I had just had a joint that made a funny pop as knees do when you bend them sometimes. But this was an intense pop that sent a surge of pressure throught my entire foot and up my shin. I went out of the walk in and gave him the squash, then ducked into one of the walk ins in the back to put my head on a shelf and silently scream. When I came out of that walk in i slumped over a stainless steel table in agony. Hopping forom area to area one of the sous chef asked me if I was alright. Usually when someone asks you that and you are banged up or bruised you say yea i'll be fine, but in my case, I couldn't put any pressure on the foot whatsoever. It literally felt like there were nails, a lot of the, already jammed in my foot, and every time I would put my foot down they went in even further but veeery slowly. That's jone's fracture #1. #2 came out of my somewhat own stupidity. About a week after my initial injury, I decided that I could hop over to a light switch about fifteen or twenty feet away, maybe less, and turn on a light switch to charge my phone. Well, in the process of doing so, Somehow I had hopped onto my other foot awkwardly and thus snizap and tumbled over. I had figured it was either just bruised or broken in a less sever spot. When I fell from the pain on it i heard a crinkle noise. More like thick cellophane being crumbled for a split second no snap or crack or anything. But I finally went to the er a week after that and found out i had done the same damn thing to my other foot. So after a visit to my very unhappy orthopedic, I am not rocking out dual casts. They itch, they suck, and this blows. I am actually not sleeping right now because of the fact the itching is so intense i can't sleep. SO, you folks, all 0 of you out there that read my blog! Stay tuned, I think I'll be writing in here more often to break the daily boredome of sitting on my ass.