"Wiggle your big toe..."
Well, I can wiggle it, barely, but I'd rather not. You might know I just deleted my Uma Thurman Kill Bill icons, too. This one works nicely though, I think.
So Monday afternoon I was hanging out at a friend's house after school. She asked me to pick up a box and move it for her. What followed was one of those brief moments wherein it seems everything happens at once. I thought to myself, "Whatever is in this box isn't going to stay in this box" at around the same time she said, "Watch out that box might be broken," and between my thoughts and her words my reflexes were momentarily pushed aside. The heavy thing in the box, a car jack as it turned out, fell out of the bottom and I didn't manage to jerk my toe out of the way. This was the result:
My mom thinks it's broken, or at least badly fractured and it looks like I'll be missing my classes tomorrow. It doesn't hurt so much now, but I'm sitting here with a bag of frozen vegetables on my foot. Don't worry, we don't intend to eat these vegetables. Got them out of the back of the freezer, where they've probably been for a good year or two or more. It was actually much more purple and swollen last night than it is in this pic, so I guess the cold is helping.
I hate hobbling around, and I hate that people are having to wait on me. If I'm on my feet for too long, though, my toe starts going, "ARRRRRGH! FUCK YOU!" It's fairly good at convincing me to sit back down.
I don't know how many nerve endings are actually in the toe, but I know yesterday that I hurt, frightened, and enraged enough of them that I damn near chewed my own arm off trying not to scream at first. I actually held up fairly well until I got home. Then the mommy effect kicked in and, like the conditioned response of a five year-old, I got all teary when she started tending to me.
I've been sitting on my ass all day watching a Law & Order: SVU marathon, reading Gaiman and Pratchett's Good Omens which is cheering me up beautifully, and playing my PSP.
All in all, this is sort of a fascinating, first-hand experience with the body's processes and reactions when injured. I've injured myself before, of course, but usually at the time I was pumped so full of adrenalin that I didn't feel a damn thing. No such luck this time.
Okay, I'm done rambling now. I feel like a bum just sitting around. Lord knows how long it will be before I can get back on the treadmill. I'm pretty lucky though, all things considered, that I can still move my toe at all and that I have a wonderful family to help take care of me.
So Monday afternoon I was hanging out at a friend's house after school. She asked me to pick up a box and move it for her. What followed was one of those brief moments wherein it seems everything happens at once. I thought to myself, "Whatever is in this box isn't going to stay in this box" at around the same time she said, "Watch out that box might be broken," and between my thoughts and her words my reflexes were momentarily pushed aside. The heavy thing in the box, a car jack as it turned out, fell out of the bottom and I didn't manage to jerk my toe out of the way. This was the result:
My mom thinks it's broken, or at least badly fractured and it looks like I'll be missing my classes tomorrow. It doesn't hurt so much now, but I'm sitting here with a bag of frozen vegetables on my foot. Don't worry, we don't intend to eat these vegetables. Got them out of the back of the freezer, where they've probably been for a good year or two or more. It was actually much more purple and swollen last night than it is in this pic, so I guess the cold is helping.
I hate hobbling around, and I hate that people are having to wait on me. If I'm on my feet for too long, though, my toe starts going, "ARRRRRGH! FUCK YOU!" It's fairly good at convincing me to sit back down.
I don't know how many nerve endings are actually in the toe, but I know yesterday that I hurt, frightened, and enraged enough of them that I damn near chewed my own arm off trying not to scream at first. I actually held up fairly well until I got home. Then the mommy effect kicked in and, like the conditioned response of a five year-old, I got all teary when she started tending to me.
I've been sitting on my ass all day watching a Law & Order: SVU marathon, reading Gaiman and Pratchett's Good Omens which is cheering me up beautifully, and playing my PSP.
All in all, this is sort of a fascinating, first-hand experience with the body's processes and reactions when injured. I've injured myself before, of course, but usually at the time I was pumped so full of adrenalin that I didn't feel a damn thing. No such luck this time.
Okay, I'm done rambling now. I feel like a bum just sitting around. Lord knows how long it will be before I can get back on the treadmill. I'm pretty lucky though, all things considered, that I can still move my toe at all and that I have a wonderful family to help take care of me.