Monday, February 15, 1926
I’m afraid I have injured my foot seriously. It is swollen. The big joint is red, the veins purple and so sore I can scarcely bear my weight on it. Going up and down stairs is next to impossible. I have done little but soak it in hot water and put balm on. My toe’s not broke I guess. I can wiggle it but it is painful. Mama came over and sympathized. I am a cripple – temporarily at least. They say keep off of my feet, but there is no one else to do the work and plenty that has to be done. So matter how injurious or painful, I have to do it. This evening I sat with it in hot water, with a board on my lap and wrote credit union receipts for Gilbert.
(It sounds like something is seriously wrong with Grandma's toe, and maybe it is broken. But life must go on, and if she doesn't do the work, who will?)
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OK. If those older boys are old enough to babysit, they're old enough to help around the house. Or was that unheard of back then that little boys would help with "women's work"?
ReplyDeleteI broke a middle toe once, and yes it was painful. I went to a foot doctor to find out they doen't set toe bones. You just have to let them heal
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ReplyDeleteShe should take some ibuprophen, get some ice out of the freezer and order take-out or use convienence foods---we are so spoiled!!
Sometimes you can't. I worked as a waitress for 14 weeks with my arm, broken, in an ace bandage. I couldn't afford the time off from work (which mean losing the job), raising my son and I had to do it. I think you get to the point it sucks, but you have to go on and you do what you can when you're not having to work.
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