I was at the point that I simply had to get something done around the house. These 12-14 hour days have taken a toll on my laundry, dishes, and general upkeep of the house. And since hubby is spending a week working near the valley it means he’s home in the evenings — the first time since the end of May. It’s kind of weird having two of us here for a change.
So I was determined to get caught up on laundry. I had the whites, jeans and darks, towels and permanent press washed and was just getting the last batch out of the dryer. I headed down stairs and around the corner, kind of in a hurry I guess, and ran smack into the pallet that the washer and dryer sit on — because of 30 years of occasional summer flooding in the basement.
My little toe on the right foot must have been a little too close because I caught it on the corner and it was ripped away from the other toes. I looked down and sure enough it had snapped and was suddenly, oddly, W.A.Y too far from the other four toes. In fact it was past a 45 degree angle.
I was morbidly drawn to this misshapen set of phalanges. All of a sudden I realized it hurt! Hurt terribly! Oh my world! The pain was shooting through my foot and up my leg. I nearly fell over. In a matter of a minute I couldn’t put any weight on my foot.
No sympathy from hubby. All the times he’s been hurt, broken, bent, and surgically put back together have made me slightly insensitive to his pain and suffering and now was his chance to act pretty darn uninterested in my pain! Fortunately he has a small arsenal of pain killers and I took half a Percocet, taped my toes together, cried for an hour and went to bed.
This morning I took the other half of the Percocet, had a little milk and a granola bar. That didn’t taste so good coming back up again! I barfed it all up after trying to hold it together during an hour of dizziness, nausea and disorientation. Seriously, what’s the obsession with pain killers? How do people get addicted to them!? I can hardly tolerate a tiny bit — but now I’m thinking — maybe hubby’s were a little stronger than the usual sort.
I’m heading for x-rays and a walking boot or cast.
[And this morning I finally got back into the 40’s. That’s what I really wanted to post about.]