Yesterday was not a good day. Well, this whole week has been pretty shitty, but yesterday ... yeesh!
I fell and hurt myself pretty badly. You'd think I would know how to walk by now, but apparently, no. I was heading out to the garage and caught my foot on the power cord that runs across the doorway. (Okay, so maybe it was the power cord's fault rather than the fault of my own two feet.)
But it's what happened next that was so stunning... I flew. Actually flew, like Superman kind of flying, arms outstretched, completely horizontal. The only thing missing was the leotard and cape. I made it a good ten feet, with the power cord wrapped around my ankle, mind you. I was kind of like one of those balloons in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade; if my ankle hadn't been tethered, who knows? I might have actually been able to keep going and sail out the door and up into the clouds.
Unfortunately for me, I was tethered and therefore when I attempted to fly, I was brought to quite a screeching halt when I reached the end of my leash. As I was coming back down to earth, I grabbed for the first thing my hand touched: a rolling office chair. This was perhaps not the best choice of an object that would actually stop me, but it was all I had. I came down hard, nearly yanking the shoulder of the arm that had hooked itself around the chair right out of its socket and skinning both knees.
When I stood up (and it wasn't easy), I noticed my foot looked a little strange and hurt like all fuck. I was wearing ballet flats and the toe of the right shoe was curved up towards the ceiling, and I wasn't doing it. I was scared to take the slipper off, but finally got up the nerve.
It looked fine, but was really painful when I tried to touch or move it.
Already long story short, I'm pretty sure I either broke my big toe or something at the base of it. No, I did not go to the doctor because I am unable to drive my car with the stupid hurt foot. But there's nothing they can do for broken toes anyway (or even for broken feet, most of the time); they pretty much just wrap them up, keep them immobilized, and wait for time to heal them.
So I wrapped it in an Ace bandage last night before going to bed. I was afraid if I didn't, BF would kick my toe in the middle of the night or I'd catch it on the sheet and yank it sideways or something. (Because you know there's got to be a special Murphy's Law For Boo-Boos that goes something like, "When you injure any part of your body, that is the part that you will repeatedly stub, bump, scrape, knock, conk, or otherwise jab into things for the next week no matter how careful you try to be.") So I wrapped my foot up all nice and cozy, and within 10 minutes of climbing into bed, BF whacked his knee, full force, right into it.
I yelped in pain, and even though I'd spent the whole night limping and he'd waited on me hand and foot, he was genuinely baffled by why I was crying. *sigh* It took me a few seconds to catch my breath enough to sob, "My foot! You just rammed your knee into my foot!" He felt really bad and apologized profusely. It's what I get for being ballsy enough to sit Indian style in bed with a guy who likes to curl his body around me in a fetal position as he falls asleep.
So today I've been nursing the foot and hoping it won't get gangrene and fall off. The way my luck usually runs, that's not all that unlikely. Hobbling to the kitchen or bathroom has been sheer joy. (Some days, sarcasm is my only friend.) To be a little optimistic though, the foot does feel a bit better today, even though the rest of my body aches like all hell. I'm crossing my fingers that the toe doesn't get kicked again tonight.
Poor sad foot.
I fell and hurt myself pretty badly. You'd think I would know how to walk by now, but apparently, no. I was heading out to the garage and caught my foot on the power cord that runs across the doorway. (Okay, so maybe it was the power cord's fault rather than the fault of my own two feet.)
But it's what happened next that was so stunning... I flew. Actually flew, like Superman kind of flying, arms outstretched, completely horizontal. The only thing missing was the leotard and cape. I made it a good ten feet, with the power cord wrapped around my ankle, mind you. I was kind of like one of those balloons in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade; if my ankle hadn't been tethered, who knows? I might have actually been able to keep going and sail out the door and up into the clouds.
Unfortunately for me, I was tethered and therefore when I attempted to fly, I was brought to quite a screeching halt when I reached the end of my leash. As I was coming back down to earth, I grabbed for the first thing my hand touched: a rolling office chair. This was perhaps not the best choice of an object that would actually stop me, but it was all I had. I came down hard, nearly yanking the shoulder of the arm that had hooked itself around the chair right out of its socket and skinning both knees.
When I stood up (and it wasn't easy), I noticed my foot looked a little strange and hurt like all fuck. I was wearing ballet flats and the toe of the right shoe was curved up towards the ceiling, and I wasn't doing it. I was scared to take the slipper off, but finally got up the nerve.
It looked fine, but was really painful when I tried to touch or move it.
Already long story short, I'm pretty sure I either broke my big toe or something at the base of it. No, I did not go to the doctor because I am unable to drive my car with the stupid hurt foot. But there's nothing they can do for broken toes anyway (or even for broken feet, most of the time); they pretty much just wrap them up, keep them immobilized, and wait for time to heal them.
So I wrapped it in an Ace bandage last night before going to bed. I was afraid if I didn't, BF would kick my toe in the middle of the night or I'd catch it on the sheet and yank it sideways or something. (Because you know there's got to be a special Murphy's Law For Boo-Boos that goes something like, "When you injure any part of your body, that is the part that you will repeatedly stub, bump, scrape, knock, conk, or otherwise jab into things for the next week no matter how careful you try to be.") So I wrapped my foot up all nice and cozy, and within 10 minutes of climbing into bed, BF whacked his knee, full force, right into it.
I yelped in pain, and even though I'd spent the whole night limping and he'd waited on me hand and foot, he was genuinely baffled by why I was crying. *sigh* It took me a few seconds to catch my breath enough to sob, "My foot! You just rammed your knee into my foot!" He felt really bad and apologized profusely. It's what I get for being ballsy enough to sit Indian style in bed with a guy who likes to curl his body around me in a fetal position as he falls asleep.
So today I've been nursing the foot and hoping it won't get gangrene and fall off. The way my luck usually runs, that's not all that unlikely. Hobbling to the kitchen or bathroom has been sheer joy. (Some days, sarcasm is my only friend.) To be a little optimistic though, the foot does feel a bit better today, even though the rest of my body aches like all hell. I'm crossing my fingers that the toe doesn't get kicked again tonight.
Poor sad foot.