Little toe

Two weeks before Christmas, and of course in a rush to get things done, I ran into my closet to grab something and turned around quickly to run out again only to smash my toe into the door at full speed. I hobbled to my desk already feeling it throb, and sat down on the chair. Ouch, I said, and then suddenly felt like I might faint. I rolled off the chair and slid to the floor still in pain. 'Ouch, ouch, ouch', I couldn't help repeating as I lay there. Megan giggled. She had witnessed the entire thing and thought the whole scene was much too dramatic for a little stubbed toe. 'Megan, it hurts -- stop laughing.' I said crossly as I looked over at my toe for the first time. 'Oh crap, now I feel like I'm going to faint AND throw up.' My little toe on my right foot looked bent out of shape. I don't do pain well. I tried to walk a few steps as I reached the phone but had to immediately lie back down when I dialed Chris' work number. 'Chris I stubbed my toe, I think I'm going to faint and throw up and my toe is pointing the wrong direction.' Chris tried unsuccessfully to suppress the giggles. He told me to take a Tylenol for the pain and he'd check it in a few hours.

When he got home I was lying on the bed and had been there for three hours. I had tried walking but could only hobble and the throbbing in my toe was too much to handle. 'Yep, it's probably fractured.' he said looking at it with his super x-ray vision radiology eyes. Then while I was distracted with the kids, he yanked on my toe trying to pull it back into position. Again, nausea overwhelmed me. When the yanking didn't work he taped it up and I began a week of slow hobbling , making me look and feel like a nine month pregnant woman waddling around. Fitting my fractured and swollen blue and green foot into shoes has been interesting.

Three weeks later my toe looks like it is going to point in it's normal direction after all but it is still twice it's size. At least I'm not hobbling, or fainting or feeling like I might throw up.

No need to send care packages. I think I'll be OK.