Woeful Weekend

After my jaunt to and from the gym Saturday...my leg was mad at me. What I thought was some sort of calf issue...Matt later "diagnosed" as actually a problem with my Achilles tendon. It got worse and worse as the day went on. By early afternoon I could hardly walk. It was so tight with every step I took...and I couldn't put any weight on it. (I may or may not have had to lean on the bed whilst putting on my jeans)

But like a trooper...I soldiered on. I whipped up some Oreo Truffles (just so you know...if you ever decide to make these...you will be asked to bring them to EVERY event you are EVER invited to from that point on) and Matt and I headed over to a friend's house for a cook out. I was determined not to let anyone notice my limp (I minimize this by saying limp...but Matt almost forced me to use a cane...no kidding). I even climbed the stairs to check out the new nursery they had just finished. (Gorgeous by the way...baby #2 in my life making his/her's appearance in the next 10 days or so!!)

Well, I got through the evening without anyone saying anything...except for the occasional smirk I got from Matt when he noticed. I rested it on Sunday...and today it is feeling much better. Not 100%...but walkable. My other leg seems to have developed a shin splint...but with that...I can deal.

In other news...my dear grandfather passed away yesterday. He was not well and had been on dialysis for several months. They discovered a blood clot in his leg on Saturday...he went into the hospital...had a heart attack...and never woke up. We prayed and prayed in church on Sunday for my mom and her family to have peace in any decision they had to make about his condition...and I know our prayers were answered. The family was waiting on one of my uncles to arrive so they could decided when/if to take Grandpa off the ventilator...and his heart just stopped. I'm just so thankful that they didn't have to make that decision...God made it for them. I am finding a lot of peace in that.

Grandpa at Christmas, the last time I saw him

So, in an attempt to make this post a little more, shall we say, cheerful...I am looking forward to some much needed time away from work and a chance to see my family...whom I have not seen since my sister's wedding in January. I'm thankful for my husband and how he can so easily see through my words of "you don't need to come with me" and know that I need him more than anyone.

My grandma and grandpa have 7 children...who are all there surrounding my grandma with their love and helping her in any way that they can. She was Grandpa's caregiver...the one who took him to his dialysis appointments, the one who cooked for him and forced him to eat when he didn't want to...and always made him eat what he was supposed to. She kept that man alive for much longer than he should've been (he had a heart transplant 13 years ago!)...and I'm looking forward to being there for her now that she is the one in need.

So I guess we'll be heading back home to Indianapolis sooner than we'd planned.