Yukiko's away in Japan looking after her aunt for a month, so we invited Chris and the girls over for Sunday dinner (lasagna).
I was just coming to sit down at my spot after doing something in the kitchen and somehow managed to catch my right baby toe on the side of the buffet. Yes, I kicked the cupboard. Hard. I knew immediately that whatever had just happened was bad.
My foot went completely numb but there was some pretty excruciating pain radiating up my leg at the same time. Elizabeth giggled "You look like a kangaroo" as I hopped to my place, hoping that I didn't pass out on the way there. An ice pack didn't help - I just felt like I was adding frostbite to my woes.
I surreptitiously checked my sock. No blood seeping through, so the chance of needing surgery seemed low. I decided to eat supper and get Erika to practice her first aid skills after. She looked a bit worried when I told her this.
Just then Janice walked in the door from her latest skate patrol shift on the canal. "I could use some first aid, I think" I told her. She took one look and confirmed that my toe was not attached at its customary angle. It was shorter, too.
In an effort to keep my mind off the incredible pain (less than my most recent root canal, more than most recent C-section) I posted a photo on social media. It's very interesting how many of my friends have broken toes, or known someone who has broken a toe. In any case, the ER was extremely quiet and I was sent to xray almost immediately. I think we spent less than ten minutes out in the hall before getting a room to ourselves. It was obviously where they sent the broken bones as it was covered in dried plaster bits.
The doctor injected the toe with lidocaine and then yanked on it hard until it made the right noises. There was popping and grinding. The lidocaine helped a bit, but YEOWCH! At least the toe was back where it belonged. It's been taped to his neighbour for support and I'm under orders to wear supportive shoes for the next couple of weeks. I don't really like wearing shoes, so that was terrible news. Also not excited by the realization that I can't wear a boot on that foot until it's healed.
Worse was the news that I can't skate for four to six weeks. No snowshoeing. Stay off my feet as much as possible for the first little while. Repeat x-ray to check healing in four weeks. Don't kick anything else. It's rare, but not unknown for the toe to need reducing a second time. I really don't want to do that part again.
Basically I've just torpedoed my entire Winterlude. At least I can still drive, but I'm pretty upset about the whole thing.