But it hurts like a son-of-a-beach.
So, Saturday night (and there was no drinking involved, I swear to god. I did that Thursday night) I was on the bed, cuddling the dog, watching some TV. I decided that it would be snugglier and warmer to be under the covers. So, I flopped gracefully onto my belly, and launched myself off the bed, backwards. In order to re-enter under the covers.
I forgot about the laundry basket that I’d moved off the bed.
I landed on it; the side. The rim. The top edge of the sides. My foot, rapidly followed by the rest of my body. And I’m not light-weight. I went down, laundry basket side rim jamming upwards, thrusting between my big toe and the next one. There was rigid plastic, and there was gravity, and my toe lost in the middle. It all happened so fast. The next thing I knew I was writhing in pain, and back on the bed. My second toe was pushed in a distressingly strange manner against the third toe in line, and it was afire with pain.
No, I couldn’t step INTO the soft, pillowy clean laundry. I had to attempt to become cloven-footed, backwards, with the full assistance of gravity.
There was ice. There were Tylenol 3s. There was much misery and limping. There was my toe, turning blackish purple, and swelling.
Sunday it felt better, but I’d rested quite a bit after the Laundry Basket Incident. It hurt so much, even with the Tylenol 3s, that I just went to sleep early to get away from it. Which rested and kept it level with my body, a good thing, I suppose.
I’m not walking, I’m hobbling in a most amusing manner. I can’t put any weight on it; it’s excruciating. Can’t move the toe and I don’t want to. Can’t flex. Move the wrong way, and I screech.
On the way into the office this morning, I thought I’d stop in a walk-in medical clinic. Just to make sure it wasn’t broken, and to make sure I was treating it right. But they weren’t open yet, so to work I continued. I left for a visit to the nearest clinic after 8:00 a.m., and the doc said it didn’t seem to be broken. I just wanted to know what I should be doing for healing, and to ensure that at some point in the future I will walk normally again.
Ice, taping, Tylenol and time seem to be about the only things, according to the doctor. Elevation, the internet helpfully adds.
Alas, it’s now Monday night, and it’s still very, very painful. I can’t believe I did such a stupid thing, and I can’t believe how much it hurts.