“Out of the frying pan into the fire!”

Life is at a stand still. I’m going through physical torment and mental abuse. As much as I like to spew it all on my blog, I strongly believe my life will be in jeopardy if words are out.
Here I am sitting on my bed suffering from great pain. Several days ago, for no apparent reason, my hammer toe is sprained and the entire foot is swollen. Anyone who has a hammer toe or has seen one would understand the fragility of this form of toes.
This morning, out of the blue, my achilles from the same foot is in pain as well. The pain (I’m guessing it is from the tendon) is pulling right up to the buttocks. Already I have difficulty standing and walking using the crutches, now — any movement from my injured leg excruciates the pain.
You might think this is the best time to rest. But let me assure you that it is completely the opposite. My professional commitments are pilling up; they are due and need to be attended to as soon as possible. To make matter worse, I am 4000 miles away — trying to attend to my personal commitments.
So, how am I not out of the frying pan into the fire?