My toe
C and Special K have been made several batches of No Knead bread. It seems easy and Special K loves it. C said he never made bread before.
After a party for C's work, I had to spend the weekend, Monday and Tuesday in bed. The vibrations from the loud music really bothered my toe and it took me a while to figure out what the problem was.
I saw the podiatrist last Tuesday. He suggested several things like making or buying something so the blankets don't rest on my toe. He also gave me some Vicodin so I can sleep at night. I have to come back in a month for another x-ray to see how it's healing. For the first time since I broke my toe ten days ago, I slept well for two nights in a row, but my sleep was confined to six hours, which is how long the Vicodin lasts for me. I've cut out all my therapy since it's pretty useless with a broken toe.
I don't consciously feel a great deal of pain except at night. However I'm jerking more, and I find I don't really want to do anything much except watch movies or tv. Doing anything more cerebral requires a huge effort. Very unusual for me. I'm not sure if it's the level of pain or the lack of sleep or just that I constantly have to be thinking about my toe. It's not in a cast, so I have to make sure my two kids don't step on it. It's not moved, etc. If I move it at all or it's touched in any way, the pain is punishing. The podiatrist says that the toe will take eight weeks to heal. I hope when I get more sleep I'll be more active again. But I've resigned myself to just being this way for the entire time.
Ironically the effects of my medication seems to have worn off, so I feel content much of the time, except around early evening when I get very exhausted. I've been laughing a lot. The kids have responded by wanting to cuddle more, which involves more negotiations with my toe.
In many ways to me, having a broken toe feels like being pregnant again. I have very set limits. If I go beyond those limits, bad things happen like really bad emesis or dizziness. I knew worse things could happen if I push it further than that. And knowing it's only eight weeks makes feel like I can handle it.
After a party for C's work, I had to spend the weekend, Monday and Tuesday in bed. The vibrations from the loud music really bothered my toe and it took me a while to figure out what the problem was.
I saw the podiatrist last Tuesday. He suggested several things like making or buying something so the blankets don't rest on my toe. He also gave me some Vicodin so I can sleep at night. I have to come back in a month for another x-ray to see how it's healing. For the first time since I broke my toe ten days ago, I slept well for two nights in a row, but my sleep was confined to six hours, which is how long the Vicodin lasts for me. I've cut out all my therapy since it's pretty useless with a broken toe.
I don't consciously feel a great deal of pain except at night. However I'm jerking more, and I find I don't really want to do anything much except watch movies or tv. Doing anything more cerebral requires a huge effort. Very unusual for me. I'm not sure if it's the level of pain or the lack of sleep or just that I constantly have to be thinking about my toe. It's not in a cast, so I have to make sure my two kids don't step on it. It's not moved, etc. If I move it at all or it's touched in any way, the pain is punishing. The podiatrist says that the toe will take eight weeks to heal. I hope when I get more sleep I'll be more active again. But I've resigned myself to just being this way for the entire time.
Ironically the effects of my medication seems to have worn off, so I feel content much of the time, except around early evening when I get very exhausted. I've been laughing a lot. The kids have responded by wanting to cuddle more, which involves more negotiations with my toe.
In many ways to me, having a broken toe feels like being pregnant again. I have very set limits. If I go beyond those limits, bad things happen like really bad emesis or dizziness. I knew worse things could happen if I push it further than that. And knowing it's only eight weeks makes feel like I can handle it.