Broken foot

What color should I paint my nails? I was thinking blue and purple to match the rest of my foot. Bella had nothing to do with it. She's just there because she's cute and besides her happily wagging tail keeps smacking my sore foot. Anyways...last night I was bringing the makings of Mom's famous Chex Mix into the house when the screen door flew forward and whacked me in the Achilles tendon. This wedged my foot between the screen door and the threshold causing me to flop over ignominiously onto the bag of pretzels and Wheat Chex exploding their contents of Chexmixy goodness all over the icy patio. My wise and empathetic Mom encouraged me to get my ass up so I don't look like a chump just lying there (my words, not hers) and test my foot. As I did so my entire leg gave out due to the pain in my foot sending me tumbling down the outside stairs. This was the dumbest thing I've done since the Tequila and Vegan Nacho Cheese Kale Chip incident last week. As a PSA I'm letting everyone know, when testing to see if your foot is broken, do so at the bottom of the stairs, not the top. In my embarrassment and discomfort I hobbled back to the store to re-purchase the crushed Chex Mix fixings. Because when a Zanco woman wants to cook, nothing, including a broken foot, is going to stand in the way. Each step I took was increasingly painful and difficult. By the time I got home I could barely walk, and within minutes of elevating my foot it was so swollen and painful I couldn't put it on the floor. Shortly after that my angel, Zoe, helped me into the car and drove me to the ER (is anyone else seeing a pattern of her transporting others to the ER while still driving on a permit?) A few hours and a round of x-ray later, I have a crushed foot. I'll be off it for a while. This is really putting a huge cramp in the To-Do list I've procrastinated on until the last half week of my vacation. But I'm serious when I say I don't want any of you to worry, Mom still made the Chex Mix.