I broke my pinky toe a month ago. A MONTH AGO. It still hurts like hell and I can’t walk right. Of course, it didn’t help matters when my mom accidentally stomped on it while dancing at a wedding two weeks ago (I was barefoot, she wasn’t). I figure that set the recovery back a bit, but really, shouldn’t it be healed by now? I’m paranoid that I’ll have to have some intricate pinky toe surgery now.
It’s suppose to go to 74 degrees here today.
you’ve still got a week or more before you need panic. if it’s really broken, bones take 6-8 weeks before they’re totally healed. granted, having it re-stomped was not an assist to the process. the good (sorta) news is, unless it healed at a 90-degree angle to the rest of your foot, a little toe isn’t really important enough to need surgery. {i should know–my horses have stomped them innumerable times. i’ve got one that’s still tender right now.) i’ve broken a middle toe, had no treatment, and had no bigger problems than the pain and swelling of the initial fracture. a Big Toe might be cause for concern though–particularly if you were a dancer.
Mega: Sorry to hear about your friend dying. It was a year ago last month that one of my friends died, and I remember how horrible I felt when I first found out he was sick.
After much painful soul searching, I have decided to give away my African Grey Parrot. The people who owned him before me had a big house, with a large, screened in patio area, and Pepe had free run of it. He was hardly ever in his cage. The family’s kitchen was all tile, and he was able to roam about freely there as well. There was a mother, father, and two teenage kids, so Pepe was very used to seeing a lot of human interaction. Here at my house, he is not able to remain uncaged because he is very destructive. I don’t have a patio for him, and I am the only human he ever sees. Over the last few months, his screaming has gotten worse and worse, and I know it is because he is bored. He has toys, he has a perch so he can be in whatever room I am in, and I am home more often than not, but it just isn’t what he is used to. So, I called a tech I used to work with, and asked her to take him. This tech has been working for a vet who specializes in birds, and she used to breed African Greys, so I know she will take great care of my baby bird. She might even be able to find him a mate, because I know Pepe is sexually frustrated. I can’t hold him for long before he starts cooing and regurgitating for me, and displaying other forms of sexual behavior. My heart breaks when I think of him not being with me anymore, but I have to think about what is best for him. 
Oh yeah, about the dog I found: my friend was working the other night and she said someone called looking for a dog that fit my dog’s description. The person said they lived in the same general area that I do, so she directed them to Animal Services. I hope it is the right dog! Also, Animal Services will fully vaccinate the dog and give it a proper rabies tag (and make the owner pay for it) before they will release it. If this dog should run away again, at least it will be easier to find the owner.
History Day state finals are in, um, two days. I should probably go work on that project of mine…
-Lanna
Michi, haven’t seen you in a while. Missed you.
Boli, I sympathize, and empathize. I bashed a couple toes about a year ago - took a while to stop hurting. I found out the doctors don’t really do anything for toes. It’s not worth the hassle. Back in February I jammed my middle finger. It hurt for 2 months. After 2 months it finally stopped hurting at all, but the knuckle was still swollen and flexibility limited. I’m finally gaining back the range of motion as the knuckle swelling goes down.
Yes, I did go see the doctor over it - a month after the fact when it hadn’t healed. We X-rayed to be sure there wasn’t a fracture into the joint plate, and then he said I could splint it to help it heal a little faster, or keep it unsplinted and use it. I opted for the latter, but it sure did take a long time to get better.
I got informed yesterday that I’m supposed to move cubicles at work. I have to box up all my stuff so the movers can relocate it this weekend. The bad part is that I lose my cool window view for a middle aisle slot. The traffic past my desk will likely increase, I’ll be on the same row as my manager so he can see me every time he walks back and forth from his desk. And it’s dark - for some reason there’s on overhead lights on that row, so I’m going from a row with overhead lights and windows to no windows and no overhead lights. Oh, and if that’s not enough, I lose all the useful workspace I had along the windows. There is a row of cabinets that provide work surface to spread out drawings and stack paperwork. Very handy. Won’t have it any more. We had to identify how many boxes we need - I don’t know. And we load them up before we leave, the movers move it over the weekend, come in Monday to unpack. This really seems like a good plan. :rolleyes: But I am going to keep my chair. If I have to steal it. I have one of the more comfortable chairs I acquired after someone else left. I kept it through one cubicle move, I’m keeping it through this one.
My black kitty Shilla did a strange thing this weekend: he did a somersault! From a standing position, he put the back of his head on the ground, then rolled until he was laying on his back. This is one weird cat. 
According to UPN news last night, the upcoming planetary alignment is “a galactic phenomenon”.
Things to remember if you ever commit a crime in LA:
- Escape on foot. They’ll never look for you there.
- If you do escape in a car, avoid the freeways. There are too many police and news helicopters.
- If you get into a big chase, just surrender. They’ll get you anyway, and then you don’t have other charges like speeding, reckless driving, etc.
- If you get away, then drive at some later time, make sure your car is in perfect condition. Most of the big chases start when someone is pulled over for a broken taillight, a dirty license plate, or something equally fixable.
Rating the places I’ve lived, on a 1-10 scale:
My hometown: 5 (pretty, but you need a car)
Waterloo: 9 (needs more cultural activities)
Toronto: 10
Vancouver: 8 (I was robbed)
Pasadena: 5 (pick a fault, it has it)
I miss my cat.