So...because I'm stupid, I broke my toe this past Saturday. It was me, a door, and some anger. The door won.
While I initially thought that I had broken my toe, after finally removing my shoe late Saturday night (about 15 hours after the door jumped out and got in front of my toe), I decided that the toe wasn't broken, but that my purple and cracked toenail would probably be a goner.
Today, after visiting the doctor, he said, "Well, let's just take a couple of x-rays, just to be sure." When he returned to the room after the x-rays had been taken, I could tell by his question ("Are you in a lot of pain?") that there must be something else going on. He showed me the x-rays and how the bone at the tip of my toe was askew.
Other than some pain reliever, there wasn't much he could do -- he said it might be five weeks before it heals. He offered to get me a "boot" to keep my foot flat so that I wasn't putting pressure on the toe, but did say that it wasn't necessary as long as I was careful with it (and that indeed the boot might be more cumbersome than anything else). I opted for no boot, but will be using a cane when I walk around.
Stupid. Sometimes I'm just stupid.
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So there's got to be more to this story. Why the anger? Or was it all just a ploy to look cool, walking around with a cane? You should wear a cape to go with it, and speak in a highly exaggerated accent of some sort.
But seriously, I remember breaking my arm last fall and feeling pretty stupid about it. These things happen more easily as we get older, you know. And they take longer to heal. Best wishes.
I once put both my hands through a window. That was pretty cool.
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