Broken Toe
I broke my toe last night. I was walking downstairs and I missed the last step, landing on the side of my foot on hard tile. So yeah, it hurt a lot and I was scared because I've never broken anything in my life. When I woke up this morning I could walk and it didn't hurt nearly as much so that's something, although I have noticed that I am terrible at hobbling.
To make matters worse, I live in the good ol' US of A where, if you don't fall in the golden bracket and have the luck of the angels on your side, you don't get health insurance but you still have to pay the disgustingly high medical bills. It's a broken toe; I'm not going to the ER to get x-rays, a pat on the head, and a $6000 bill. God, I hate this country's joke of a healthcare system.
To make matters worse, I live in the good ol' US of A where, if you don't fall in the golden bracket and have the luck of the angels on your side, you don't get health insurance but you still have to pay the disgustingly high medical bills. It's a broken toe; I'm not going to the ER to get x-rays, a pat on the head, and a $6000 bill. God, I hate this country's joke of a healthcare system.