On Wednesday night, I was about to crawl into bed. Suddenly I remembered: Shoot. I forgot to put a canned iced mocha in the refrigerator (I wanted to have it in the morning when I woke up).
Going down the hallway, I (for whatever ridiculous reason) decided to run merrily the rest of the way and rounded the corner to the kitchen. THWACK!!!!!!! My right foot slammed into the leg of the wooden stool at the dining table, and I felt my pinky toe wedge unnaturally into a painful position as my foot hit it. And I heard a small cracking sound.
Terrible pain (I didn’t shriek or anything, but rather just froze up in shock…after the initial shock of the pain, it continued to hurt but it was tolerable). After putting the can in the refrigerator, I looked to see the damage. I noticed…my pinky toe looked slightly CROOKED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Remain calm, I told myself as I wobbled my way to bed. Oh God, it’s broken. My sister is the one who’s broken many bones in her lifetime, so I knew I needed to get her opinion on the matter. But she was asleep, so I had to wait until morning. She’s always said, when you break something, you’ll know. Well, now I finally understand that saying (I’ve never broken a bone in my life!!!)
The next morning on Thursday (after getting pretty much no sleep because my foot hurt and I was thinking of worst-possible-scenarios in my head all night long), I explained to my sister what happened. She agreed that it seemed to be broken, and offered me a Tylenol for pain relief, but I politely declined. I figured I’d just deal with the pain – it could be way worse, after all.
I decided to be brave and go ahead and have my sister take me to urgent care to get a professional opinion, although I was really scared to go. I got dressed for the day and off we went.
SEE HOW THE PINKY TOE IS TILTING A BIT TO ONE SIDE?
My skeleton foot! Doesn’t it look cute?
The doctor confirmed it was a broken pinky toe. I felt relieved when I was told that I just needed to give it time for a few weeks to let it heal naturally. Apparently, “calcium will build up and bridge the gap where it’s broken.” Not nearly as scary as I was bracing myself for!
For the next few weeks, it’ll have to be flip-flops only. No goth platforms for me for awhile! And I learned a valuable lesson. Don’t do silly things like run down the hallway in your house, and protect your toes (they’re fragile). I’m kind of disappointed that I ruined my track record of never having a broken bone, but I also realize it could’ve been way worse, and other people have experienced far worse breaks! I consider myself very lucky!
The bruising has gone down already and the pain also has decreased a lot! 😊