I think I broke my little toe

I stubbed my pinky toe today and it still hurts. There’s a faint, shadowy bruise along the side of the foot near the toe. I may need to go to the doctor. Sigh. I don’t have time for a broken toe or broken foot.

Usually I would just ignore it and limp along — most of the time they can’t do much for a busted toe anyway. But two things change my mind today. First, I saw the House episode where Mira Sorvino’s character suffers lung collapse because of a broken toe leaking marrow into her system. So don’t want that. Second, I went for a walk to run errands today — I walk a LOT — and before I got home, I was panting in pain.

But I’ve got this hurt toe now and since I can’t wear a proper shoe the toe remains vulnerable. My brain continually reminds me that everything is a threat to my hurt toe. When I open a door I think “Careful! Don’t let the door hit your hurt toe.” Or when I’m working I think “Don’t let any glass roll off the table-it could land on your hurt toe.” Or if I see a skateboarder or someone biking I think “Lookout! That person is going to run right over your hurt toe!” It’s funny how protective my brain is over that toe while it carelessly allows me to re-injure almost any other part of my body with it’s inattentiveness.

My toe hurts. Damn it. At least it hurts a bit less now than it did three hours ago.

PrettySweetBoy