Breakin'
I broke my foot while dancing on Saturday night at the Coldtowne Prom.
I've never broken a bone before... I guess I had always imagined that casts and stuff just magically appear when you break a bone. I at least thought that once you go to the doctor, he puts one on you right then and there (I guess if you go to the emergency room, that's what happens), but with my foot, I had to make a separate appointment with a specialist and in the meantime, my broken foot's all loosey-goosey in my regular old shoe.
The crummiest part about this is that I go to New York Thursday morning, which means I'll either be walking around the city with a cast like a slow gimp no one wants to be around or extra breaking my foot because I didn't have time to get a cast (or surgery, which the first doctor thinks may be necessary).
I hate stupid stuff.
I've never broken a bone before... I guess I had always imagined that casts and stuff just magically appear when you break a bone. I at least thought that once you go to the doctor, he puts one on you right then and there (I guess if you go to the emergency room, that's what happens), but with my foot, I had to make a separate appointment with a specialist and in the meantime, my broken foot's all loosey-goosey in my regular old shoe.
The crummiest part about this is that I go to New York Thursday morning, which means I'll either be walking around the city with a cast like a slow gimp no one wants to be around or extra breaking my foot because I didn't have time to get a cast (or surgery, which the first doctor thinks may be necessary).
I hate stupid stuff.