Here I am, on the couch.

It’s not that I don’t love my living room. I’ve taken a lot of time arranging it, making it lovely. It’s a teeny little space that packs a punch. Everything’s within reach, which is great, because I’m not moving around so easily right now.

But I am SO ready to get out of here. I am just itching to get outside. Even with fibromyalgia flare-ups, I can usually take a walk around the block to get some air—even on my worst days. This broken little toe is making that pretty damn difficult though. It’s kind of incredible how much trouble one little toe can be.

I don’t want to be here. I want to be out there. I don’t want to be trapped on the couch. I want to be walking around outside.

But here I am, on the couch. This is where I am. And although it’s only been about 48 hours since I broke my little piggy, it already hurts less, so I know I’m doing the right thing by elevating, icing, immobilizing. Even if it means giving up a bunch of fun things I had scheduled for the weekend. Here I am.