Broken Foot

Wednesday night (early Thursday morning) I caught my little toe on a mattress on the floor as I was walking briskly (running??) through the house. My wife was cleaning out a closet and I didn't pay attention to where I was stepping as I ran through the hall.

It completely dislodged it, snapped it outward, and was one of the most disgusting things I'd ever seen in my life. If you put your hand into an "L" shape, the way your thumb sticks out is what my little toe looked like sticking out the side of my foot.

I gutted it up and shoved it back into place, and I got the joint where it seemed to go back in like it belonged, but my toe was still crooked as could be and dangling like wet spaghetti. So my wife grabbed it and straightened it out, then we taped it up and put some ice on it. I don't know what was worse- the pain or the horrible bone grinding noises it was making. It sounded like Zombie ooze in a George Romero movie.

I went to bed, then a couple of hours later it was time or work so I stopped by the emergency clinic on the way in. And sure enough- broken to bits. I broke my intermediate phalanx and proximal phalanx and knocked the metatarsal 5 out of whack. But, the good news was the doctor said my wife and I got all the bones set as good as any doctor could do it. (Harvard medical, here I come?)....

I made it through the day at work without any pain medication. I hate taking anything while I'm trying instruct. And I made it through today, but it was nearly as bad as yesterday. And I'm loving the attention, but after explaining what happened 100 times, it gets old.

It seems to be healing okay, so hopefully it will continue to do so and I'll back back to my usually banged up self soon. The doctor said because of my recurring blood clots and stasis to my leg and foot it would take longer than normal. I hope he's wrong!