AUTHOR: tbooty DATE: 8/12/2004 06:27:00 PM ----- BODY: my toe. that's what. last nite as i was walking innocently past the chair at my desk, it jumped out and bashed the toe next to my pinky toe. hard. and it hurt like a son of a bitch. after a moment of cursing, i looked at the toe, wiggled it, and didn't feel shooting pains. and there was much rejoicing. i took some advil, held a cold can against it (you gotta work with what you got people) and went to bed. this morning. the little toe that i thought wasn't broken? is THIS color. (well, technically it wasn't that color first thing in the morning, but it WAS definitely bruised.) it was also a little swollen. so, i slipped on my loosest shoes and made a concerted effort to not put any pressure on this toe while i was walking. i get to work around 8. by 10ish, the poor little piggy has gotten more and more discolored. it doesn't hurt to walk on it normally, but if the top of the toe has pressure put on it, it is not pleasant. well shit i think. i'll call the doctor's office and see what they reccomend. me: yes, may i speak to someone in dr. x's office? receptionist: what is this about? me: i bashed my toe into a chair last nite and want to see how they think i should treat this. (all the while KNOWING that if indeed the toe is broken, they can't really DO anything for it. hence the call for KNOWLEDGE.) r: well, they'll need to see you for that. me: (to myself~ wtf for? they CAN'T do anything for it. why do i need to come in and pay $20 for them to tell me that??) me: (what i really said) um, ok. what time? r: well dr. x has an appt at 10:30 and one at 3:30. me: i'm an hour away. is there anything around 4 or 4:30ish? r: well dr. z is on call today and she can see you at 4:30. me: ok. i'll take it. so i walked around all day like something out of a monty python skit trying not to put ANY pressure on the poor little toe. i get to the dr.'s office and check in. i brought my book with me knowing that if i left it in the car i'd have to wait forever and if i brought something to entertain me they'd call me right in. (which of course, they did.) the dr. came in. "so what did we do here?" i 'splained what happened. "well, we can't do anything for that." (um, fucking duh people!) me: that's pretty much what i thought, but the receptionist said i needed to come in. dr.: well, i can give you some tylenol 3 (the kind with codeine) to make you more comfortable tonight. me: well, if that's what you think is best........ they didn't even take a freakin' xray people! i was done within 15 minutes, got my drugs and came home. and now? when i should be at the gym working out? i'm sitting home with my foot up and trying to decide exactly how much my toe should hurt before i give in to the dreaminess that is a tylenol-3 with codeine. any guesses? --------