Broken

Picture of the Day:

Broken...toe that is. Maybe the title should have been "stupidity", but keeping it on a positive note...we'll go with "broken".

So, last night Jeff rushed me to the emergency room. That was after I called him, grimacing in pain; staring at my crooked third toe. I cried, "When are you coming home? I think I just broke my toe". So, when Jeff arrived, we loaded cranky Madison (she had fallen asleep during all of the excitement) and headed over to the ER.

The Physician's Assistant who gawked at my toe was truly awesome; except for the two shots he injected between my piggies. Ouch! Ok, it was more than "Ouch"...pretty much up there with giving birth. Seriously. Ok, maybe not that bad...but close. The x-ray tech was nice too, although after she whisked me away and took incriminating photos of my foot in various positions, my foot felt used and abused. I'm just saying.

So, it was definitely broken. "Cracked right up the middle" was the phrase I think the PA used as he asked if I'd like to see something in black. No, I wasn't suddenly strung out on pain killers and shopping for sassy slings. No...close (minus the pain killers and sassy slings) though; he was holding up a cast shoe. At least the PA had a great sense of humor. He even laughed when I asked if my toe was going to stay at a "Spock salute" (Reference "Picture of the Day".) Of course, he might have just been humoring me because he was in fear for his life (as I'm pretty sure I screamed bloody murder when he injected me with his torture serum.)

Cast shoes. Have you seen these things? Most of them are pretty ugly (as researched on the internet because of the exessive "off-the-foot time" I now possess); however I have just proved that there is a benefit to driving the extra mile or two towards the "nicer" community hospital.

As for the pain killers. Yes, the PA eventually scribbled out (since he was not quite a doctor, it was still legible) a prescription for Ultracet. However $20 for 30 little white pills seemed like such a waste...that was until I woke up this morning. A buck or two for bread and butter doesn't get you much if you hurt too much to eat it. Of course, Madison was more than happy to take breakfast off of my hands (minus the butter of course due to her dairy allergy). That was sure nice of her...

So, as I sit here...in pain (& slightly starving), I gaze down at my lovely new left house shoe, and smile. I may be broken, but look at all of the great shows on tv I can now catch up on in the next 6-8 weeks. Yeah, whatever... *sigh*