My Left Foot
Yesterday I fractured my toe, the fourth one on my left foot, in case you're interested. How? By stubbing it (slamming it) into the metal leg of a coffee table. Ow. This was the same toe I had stubbed twice the previous weekend. Wait! Wait! Didn't I just throw my back out mere weeks ago? Why yes, yes I did. Welcome to my world. As my neighbor, Mrs. Forrand, used to say of me, "Stephanie, you are just an accident looking for a place to happen." At the time, I thought that was sort of a mean thing to say to a scabby-kneed kid, but well, when you're right, you're right, and I am afraid Mrs. Forrand was right.
The current penalty for my klutziness is an open toed, velcro boot I must wear for two damn weeks. It does stablize my toe but it also slows me down and makes stairs a chore to walk (up or down). Later today I find out from the radiologist whether I have a displaced fracture or just regular type. Place your bets now!
Update: It's not displaced. Just a regular old avulsion fracture.
The good news is I have earned the terrific nickname "bootylicious" because of my ever present velcro boot. Good times.