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Never had a sprain in my life, much less a broken bone. I've come out of over a dozen car accidents as a passenger (6 of them total write-offs) literally without a scratch. Do I feel invincible, you bet!
So I tripped in the parking lot after work on Monday and broke my foot (avulsion fracture of the styloid process of the fifth metatarsal, left side). We found out yesterday after finally visiting a doc because the "sprain pain" wasn't going away after three days. The foot specialist got all high and mighty about why didn't I come in immediately. I dunno, doc, maybe because the pain was so minor compared to a compressed sciatic nerve for example. Pain is the body's own Western Union telegram service and all I got was "Wish you were here; send money.PS avoid running for a few days."
I really miss walking. When the swelling goes down and I get my hard cast I should be able to do stuff again. On the other hand my coworkers and upper management are so much more bearable when I don't have to see them every day. And I get to continue indoctrinating my three furry little henchmen (henchcats? mini-meows?) in proper lapcat behavior full time.
So I tripped in the parking lot after work on Monday and broke my foot (avulsion fracture of the styloid process of the fifth metatarsal, left side). We found out yesterday after finally visiting a doc because the "sprain pain" wasn't going away after three days. The foot specialist got all high and mighty about why didn't I come in immediately. I dunno, doc, maybe because the pain was so minor compared to a compressed sciatic nerve for example. Pain is the body's own Western Union telegram service and all I got was "Wish you were here; send money.PS avoid running for a few days."
I really miss walking. When the swelling goes down and I get my hard cast I should be able to do stuff again. On the other hand my coworkers and upper management are so much more bearable when I don't have to see them every day. And I get to continue indoctrinating my three furry little henchmen (henchcats? mini-meows?) in proper lapcat behavior full time.
