I was supposed to go to Orienteering today. Instead, I spent the day at home keeping my right foot elevated.
I will give you all a piece of advice. When searching for your leather gloves, don’t bother looking under bowling balls. It’s not worth the risk. If you should happen to accidentally drop a 16 lb. ball on your big toe, bad things will ensue.
You will walk over to the stairs, sit down abruptly, and wonder what that weird feeling in your sock is. And then you’ll remove your sock and scare the living fuck out of yourself because your big toe’s toenail is pointing at an odd angle from the toe..and you aren’t sure if it’s stabbing you or what…and you try to push it back down and it hurts like bloody hell…oh, and did I mention that it’s now bleeding?
So, then you’ll end up screaming your sweetie’s name…who will then listen to you hysterically cry about how something is wrong with your toe, and then help you hobble while you’re still sobbing about how you never should have bothered looking under the bowling ball.
At least, that’s how it happened to me. HWHNYB
N carted me off to the nearby acute care center (wherein people remembered me from the rib incident just before last month’s ROGAINE)…where it was eventually (after much waiting) determined that my toe was not broken but that the toenail could not be saved. So, they numbed me and removed it.
I did not watch.
I am scared. Today, it does not hurt much. I have drugs, and I’ve rested. Tomorrow I must go to work, and it will hurt…and while theoretically, the toenail will grow back in 2-3 months, what if it doesn’t? or it isn’t pretty? I don’t want to look at it, but 2 days from now, I must change the dressings and I will have to look.
So, I tell you this now…take it as you will…it’s not worth it to look under a bowling ball.