I think my toe and I will survive. Neither of us is very happy right now, but the swelling is really minimal, and it amazingly hasn’t turned any unusual colors (yet). The pain is still pretty awful, but it seems to be localizing to just the toe and immediate area. I’m walking with a cane. I’m going to assess the situation in the morning and determine whether it needs to be looked at by someone more medically professional that myself. I doubt I’ll bother. It’s obviously not broken, but it certainly has been jammed and wrenched.
Might take a while to heal, and that’s going to be the worst part of it all. How am I supposed to go about my usual daily life with a messed up toe and walking with a cane?! I don’t even think I will be able to drive the truck, seeing as the ouchy toe is on my clutch foot. I have things to do and cannot be stuck toddling around with a cane and not being able to drive!
Interestingly, the culprit who caused this damage –one medium sized black cat named Myu– has been in hiding since it happened. Probably a good thing, because I am somewhat annoyed with her at the moment, and should she throw herself down in front of my feet again, my cane and I would plow right over her.
Though I do have a nifty keen cane to use. It was made by one of Lin’s relatives that lives out in Tennessee. Hand carved and so lovely. I’ll have to take a photo of it to show you. It feels weird using something that is really a work of art to move my aching body around the house, but it’s the only cane we have, and I need something to lean on.
When I wake up tomorrow my toe will either be worse or better, so I am sort of eager to go to sleep so it can be tomorrow. I just wish I didn’t have to go to the farmers market in the morning. It’s possible I may have to send Lin alone with a list. But I want to see my friends and it’s Independence Day! Provided my toe hasn’t fallen off or gotten any worse, I’ll probably hobble around the market with my fancy, fancy cane … and feel stupid. I’m sure I look stupid walking with the cane, and I have no idea what shoes I may be able to wear. Ugh. Why me?! Why this weekend?!
I’m going to go to sleep now. The quicker I get to sleep, the quicker it will be tomorrow.
Send happy thoughts that my toe is WAY better in the morning!!!