Egads. I’m wondering just how many broken bones you’ve had that you actually can use that as diagnostic. I do not envy you that experience.
Perhaps if you lent Abbie your stomach, the test might be more accurate.
I broke my ‘roast beef piggy’ one afternoon when I was 16, then went to a school dance that night. (Didn’t do any of my fab breakdance moves in the school cafeteria THAT night, I can tell you.) My dad had to cut my shoe off when I got home, the toe was so swollen. That was fine, tho, as the shoe was soaked with blood from the torn off toenail piece anyway.
best wishes for a speedy recovery; which little piggy was it, anyway?
The piggy that stayed home is the injured party.
Walking semi-normally by now and as long as I don’t touch it or try to wiggle it the pain level is about a 1. It’s weird how it can go from a 7 (last night) to barely-there in about a day’s time.
The Easter Bunny (who turns out to be a 6’2" hairy Italian guy) came early and brought me the first season of Law & Order Special Victims Unit. I also got a lot done on my latest cross stitch project* today.
*The purple dress