I shake my head. "No, I left another message, but no one called back." I can fill out my time off paperwork online and I'm not in a super rush since I don't qualify for anything yet, but I'd be happier if I talked to someone. Maybe Nate will drive me over there in a couple of days. Let me get out of the house and smell fresh air.
In reality I should be ready to go back to work in a few days. I'm getting around with my crutches much better and as long as I keep my foot propped up during the day, I'll be okay. There's been no major swelling today. My bruises went from blackish to a weird green hue. I'm down to just using Advil as a pain pill. But I'm also in no rush because I fear that going working again means an end to having Nate around as often. If I'm able to work, why would he need to
