Yesterday at work I dropped a package on my foot. It was bloody sore, but as I only had an hour and half of my shift left, I bit through the pain until home time. So, I get home from work and take off my shoes only to discover that the big toe on my right foot had swollen to the size of a plum and had turned a lovely shade of black/deep purple.
My wife was determined that I should go to the ER, but being a guy I thought "fuck it, it's just a flesh wound, I'll live". Well, the pain just kept getting worse, the...erm... self medication wasn't helping either. After a sleepless night, in which I was in constant agonising pain, I decided to visit the nurse at my local health center. She took one look at it and told me it was probably broken, but sent me for an x-ray. Nobody offered me drugs, and after the whole poking and prodding of my toe to "check where the pain is" my toe was even fucking sorer.
The x-ray came back and showed that I'd entirely shattered the tip of my big toe (I think it's called a distel phalynx or some shit, by this time the pain was such that I was losing cognitive function, so I can't be sure). So... the nurse tells me that I have to go to the nearest hospital to be checked out by the bone specialist dude. He looks at my x-rays and says "wow, nice break! Unfortunately there's little we can do for it due to the nature of the fracture and size and location of the bone".
It's gonna be 6 - 8 weeks until it's full healed, the doc says it's "an extremely painful break" but as of right now I'm loaded up on pain killers and anti-inflammatories. I've seen Jesus ride a pink donkey over the nonexistant shores of the Moon's Sea of Tranquility, so I'm guessing the drugs DO work.
