I broke a couple of toes yesterday, and maybe even one of my metatarpals. Ouch. My foot looks fake, and I can't put my boot on.
Suckage.
Yesterday at the residence we were working at, I turned around in their living room and my first step brought my foot right into the corner of their heavy wooden foot stool. I heard a loud chicken bone cracking sound as my sock foot made contact and then I danced a little jig for about 5 minutes.
Luckily nobody was there to see that little dance. I looked a little bit epileptic. Or maybe it was a really energetic air saxaphone mime.
I didn't actually take my sock off at the time, I didn't actually look at the damage until last night when I got home and I'm a bit shocked at how well I did this one.
Suckage.
Yesterday at the residence we were working at, I turned around in their living room and my first step brought my foot right into the corner of their heavy wooden foot stool. I heard a loud chicken bone cracking sound as my sock foot made contact and then I danced a little jig for about 5 minutes.
Luckily nobody was there to see that little dance. I looked a little bit epileptic. Or maybe it was a really energetic air saxaphone mime.
I didn't actually take my sock off at the time, I didn't actually look at the damage until last night when I got home and I'm a bit shocked at how well I did this one.
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Geez, my anatomy is getting rusty. (metaphorically and apparently real as well, Mr. Glass)
Just got back from the hospital. I really don't like hospitals, and I've been to that one many times over the years.
They simply confirmed what I thought in the first place.
"Yup, shore thang, looks like ya done broke yer toe and your metatarsal, not much we can do bout that though."
I pretty much knew there was nothing they could do, which is why I didn't even want to bother going in the first place.