Despite all my second-guessing yesterday, I am ultimately glad I went to the urgent care center to get my broken toe officially diagnosed. Sure, they just wrapped it up with the toe next to it, and I (stupidly) refused the hard-soled shoe they offered me, and I haven't filled the prescription for pain medication. But I woke up twice last night - at 1am and again about an hour later - in searing pain. The best description I can come up with is that it felt like someone took a pair of garden shears, heated them to glowing hot, and sliced off my toes. I don't know if I rolled over on it or what.
I spent at least 10 - 15 minutes each time cradling my foot gently, rubbing the non-broken toes to reassure myself that the pain was radiating out from the broken one. I put some ice in a plastic baggy and wrapped it around the broken toe, which numbed it enough to let me get back to sleep (twice).
This morning it hurts far less, but if I hadn't gone to get the x-ray yesterday, I would have been freaking out. Today I will go get the prescription filled, and hopefully sleep through the night again.
art bad things beverages birthdays blog book-o-rama books California cars crafts cwe doctor who dreams dvd shelf rewatch election family fashion food friends frustration fun gnome good things hair health holiday home Jonathan Coulton lolcat makeup mejeans misc. mood movie masochist movies moving music nature netflix news people personal photos politics quest shoes sports strike stuff technology television things I know travel trivia twitter twop video weather work zoidberg