My left big toe was numb. For 2 weeks.
Yeah I know, I know. I’m diabetic from birth(nearly) Gotta watch those feets.
I didn’t tell anyone because I didn’t want the berserkitude that I got.
I was advised by a reputable source “you need to tell” or “don’t, go ahead and get a foot cut off”.
As I figured, Ivy turned 3 shades of blue. The lil’wrekker screamed “Oh, Mother!”
I promised we’d bring it up this morning. And as I thought. They went psycho. I was promptly sent to the foot doc.
He feels around and asked me did it hurt? I say “No, it’s numb, don’t feel nuthin”
He shook his head.
Scratched his chin. Decided x-rays weren’t necessary. Thank god, I’m beginning to glow in the dark.
He says it’s out of joint. And it should hurt.
Oh, p’shaw. I pointe danced. I danced on out of joint toes. Not a thing. Used to pop em back in myself.
But…he’s worried. So I get a shot in the big toe. He said this may hurt. Nope, it’s numb.
Then yank. Pull and pop. Toe’s back in place. All better.
Ok. I get home. Deadening shot is wearing off. Two weeks of pain and throbbing. A shot. A yank and a pull.
I felt them all at once. Ouch!
I mean OUCH!!
When I walked in the bathroom to do my secret things I felt every step.
When I went to eat dinner my toe throbbed under the table.
(Side drama, we had chicken salad tonight 'cause it’s so hot. We argued who would load the dishwasher. Ivy told them I couldn’t. Thanks, Ivy. She quickly rescinded that when the lil’wrekker upped the ante bringing up her hip surgery. Why don’t we use paper plates for chicken salad was my only thought. I told Ivy she could do the dishes.)
My toe is throbbing now.
I’d call Ivy but she’s kinda perturbed with me. Apparently housework is not in her contract. I swear she’s asking for it. I’m gonna can her any minute now.
But, but I need a pain pill and I don’t wanna walk.
What can I do?
Dang.
“IVY!!”
