So I broke my toe
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alias_sqbrIt's all dealt with now, I am just keeping off my feet even more than usual while it heals, but thought I should let people know!
Details and some stuff about life in general under the cut, including mention of my colonoscopy (two unrelated minor surgeries in a month is TWO TOO MANY) and mention of blood/needles etc.
So above the cut I'll say: If you ever need to keep a bandaged toe dry in the shower, put a stretchy glove over it! Works like a charm!
This may be a little rambling (EDIT: Lol, sorry) since I just took some codeine and it has been QUITE A MONTH but let's see.
So! My colonoscopy was coming up for late July. I was like ugh, unpleasant, but I know how to deal with it by now and will just take things easy until then and then rest up a bunch later and it'll be fine.
And then, about a week before it! Our hot water system broke! It started out Very Bad and has been getting worse, so we were planning on replacing it eventually, but didn't have the money to hand due to some other large bills. But all of a sudden we were looking at A Lot Of Money for Another Very Bad Model or Even More Money for An Ok Model while having cold showers until the problem was fixed.
We eventually settled on Even More Money and the plumbers were nice enough to wait until Cam's next pay day for the full amount... before arriving with the wrong model, then sending us the wrong bill (for too little! we felt virtuous for pointing this out), then complaining we hadn't paid them once we actually did. They were easy to persuade that we had paid them once we sent a bank screenshot, they seem overall like competent plumbers with very nice but incompetent admin staff, which honestly as plumbers go is better than average so we're taking it as a win.
Anyway, all that was a lot of Decisions and Money Stress and Strangers In My House Doing Loud Things, and then I had to do colonoscopy prep! Which was a lot of cooking and sorting lollies into colour types and then a day of an all clear "fluid" diet (solidified gelatine or sugar counts as a fluid but otherwise it is a lot of soup and fruit juice) and then a night of Unpleasant Digestive Experiences that left me quite, ah, drained.
The next day I had to fast from anything from water and pills from 8am, then total fast from 11am. I was brought into the hospital and sat around answering the same medical history questions multiple times with a dry throat, then lay down in a bed to wait my turn.
For three and a half hours.
The only real distraction from figuring out a mathematical model for the dots on the curtains (I was feeling too woozy to really use my phone, since I struggle reading small text) was watching Literally Everyone Else get their colonoscopy done before me ("Someone has to be last" I thought to myself, feeling very martyred), and an anaesthesiologist coming in to unsuccessfully try and put a drip in. She took SEVEN FAILED TRIES in my cold, dehydrated veins (which are tricksy at the best of times) which started to push me over my ability to Endure Suffering Calmly esp when some of them really hurt. (Also she was a white South African who kept talking about how it should be easier with my Lovely Pale Skin but maybe I'm unfairly stereotyping)
Eventually she knocked me out with gas, saying "we tell the kids it smells like strawberries even though it doesn't." and I woke up, colonoscopied, with a somewhat sore drip in my wrist, at 5pm. Apparently my guts are fine. I called over a nurse to say "please tell the anaesthesiologist that the gas smells like pears" and went home.
I spent two weeks recovering and watching my EIGHT arm bruises heal, during which time I slowly started getting back into creating things/housework etc. I had a psych appointment on Thursday and she said I seemed very energetic and optimistic and I said that the nice thing about actively resting so hard for the colonoscopy is it can leave me with a little extra energy afterwards.
So there were a few things I was specifically planning on doing next. But in general, I have been meaning to: research healing of leg/foot injuries for a story I'm working on, hem my overlong pants, leave the house more, and spend extended time with Cam. Also, some things I didn't WANT to do but I've always been a little curious about are breaking a bone, getting stitches, and going to an emergency department.
AND THE UNIVERSE SURE PROVIDED.
Cam and I traditionally spend Friday having a date night where we watch tv/a movie etc together. The next thing on the list for some time has been Kpop Demon Hunters. But then there was the plumber and colonoscopy prep both of which left me way too tired for a movie, and then we had gotten out of the habit and both forgot two weeks in a row.
So this Friday we were like, ok, we are watching it tonight no matter what!
And the universe quietly laughed.
On a whim I organised a delivery of some snacks/groceries from a supermarket I'd been meaning to order from, and I made myself an especially nourishing lunch so I wouldn't be busy cooking that evening.
And then! At around 3pm! Darcy wanted my attention, so I got up to see what she wanted (probably to hang out with her in the sunshine) and TRIPPED OVER MY TROUSER HEM. I saw the angle my little toe bent at and thought "ah, that is for sure broken" then managed to catch myself and land without too much trouble, at which point I started going ow ow ow and Cam and the cats came in to investigate and immediately pointed to/sniffed at the moderate quantities of blood I was dripping onto the floor from where the skin in the crease under my little toe had split. Hooray!
Luckily, for what turned out to be a broken toe, it's not that painful when I stay still, not much worse than a stubbed toe, but my foot Does Not Like It when I put any pressure on it or flex it which makes walking Challenging. Also I get these weird twitches where the foot tenses and Everything Hurts. Cam had a boot for keeping feet flat he was given for his own toe injury, it's a bit too big but still helped.
"Luckily", Cam's diabetes has caused him his own toe woes and so we had a bunch of supplies and practice for dealing with toe injuries. He propped up my foot and washed off the blood with saline solution then went ah... you are going to need to see someone for that D: I was calm but Not Entirely With It so he wrapped it up, got me some of the leftover colonoscopy prep confectionary for my shock, and started looking into options.
Eventually we went to the nearby Urgent Care clinic, a side part of a doctor's surgery with big signs about how it's for things too urgent to wait for a GP appointment but not so extreme you need an emergency department. I looked at the form which didn't have a Dr option but did have Preferred Name and Not Male/Female options and decided I would be cosplaying Mrs Deadname Surname today because I didn't have the energy for Issues. We sat in moderately comfy chairs for idk half an hour before they unwrapped the bandage, washed it with antiseptic, gave me a tetanus shot, and declared the wound above their paygrade before wrapping it up again and sending me on to the emergency department. Cam had a chance to discuss his own Dramatically Weird (and now healed) toe wound while we waited for the doctor, and showed a photo to the nurse who was suitably impressed. I was like Cam she did not need to see that but he said medical staff like seeing Weird Medical Things and she agreed.
On the drive we joked about our Romantic Evening: Spending time together, taking care of each other, sharing experiences, taking a drive together and admiring the view, etc.
The emergency department was covered in pieces of paper with QR codes labelled "Link for complaints about the wait time" which sent a very clear message about how the rest of the evening was going to go. It was a very utilitarian hospital room filed with colour coded and very uncomfortable chairs filled with many people, some of whom had Alarming Coughs I tried not to think about. There were triage counters at the front behind thick plexiglass, vending machines at the back, and a room with a name like Rapid Response And Assessment at the side.
I grabbed ticket 252 and noticed that 248 was currently being called up to the triage counter. Cam was told he shouldn't sit with me while I was waiting to be triaged, and eventually he went off to feed and reassure the cats and grab me some more food.
I watched tickets V21, V22 etc be called up one by one while A248 just sat there unchanging, ate some chips Cam had bought me, and absent-mindedly threw away my ticket oops. Managed to realise what I'd done and grab it again in time. Eventually the A tickets started moving and I got seen. I handed over an explanatory note the Urgent Care dr gave me and the nurse laughed darkly and pulled over another nurse and the two of them laughed at it together which sure felt Something.
Her: Oh, uh, sorry. It's just... they sent you here for a laceration on your toe? If they can't handle that what is the point? Urgent Care is so useless, I would never go there.
I got sent to another desk to double check my details and then on to the Rapid Response room, which was smaller and quieter but just as uncomfortable. But it had a TV and a baby (not sick, just too young to be separated from its sick mother, who was assisted by 3 members of her family all taking turns cheering up the little thing) which helped keep me distracted. (I have an excess of the human instinct to make silly faces at babies, even if my mask got in the way. Speaking of which there sure weren't many other people in masks!!) Still, I'd reached Bored Enough To Use My Phone and various people on discord got to hear all about my evening.
Cam arrived and was sad to have missed the Excitement of me being triaged. By this point it was like... 6pm so I ate some crackers, feeling unwell because I'd forgotten about my dinner meds. We sat there together and watched 2 American antique shows, an Australian reality show called Motorbike Cops, and the start of Blackhawk Down. We had fun playing "spot the pretty white non-American actor playing an All American Soldier" and discussing how glaringly racist it is (I had heard complaints about all the good guys being white but hadn't realised that the bad guys are all faceless mindlessly violent black people /o\)
I then got moved on to radiology where I sat in a chair that would have been comfortable if the footrest was raised or my legs were longer (CURSE MY SHORT LEGS, villains of the evening) Cam and I got Very Bored.
Me: You could hack that computer over there.
Cam: I'm not exactly a hacker, and what com- oh my god is that an unlocked spreadsheet of patient data D: *extended rant on data security which did keep him distracted for a while*
Eventually it hit 10pm and Cam went to feed the cats again (we have found this is the only way to stop them making a fuss all night) and grab my dinner meds, and so missed the excitement of me getting xrays (first time I got a wheelchair, I'd been limping around unhappily for the rest of it), and then Some Time Later a doctor coming to do my stitches and tell me I'd broken my little toe in two places.
It was only at this point, 8 hours in, that I went wait! I am writing a Jack Jeanne fic about someone with a leg injury and having trouble finding details! How Convenient. (When I told Cam this later he said there were Easier Ways To Do Research but what does he know) I was also aggressively running out of spoons so took off my mask to gain a little extra mental bandwidth. Which I feel a little anxious about now but also I was really frazzled and it was a pretty empty area versus the crowded emergency room earlier.
Since I have wide feet my little toe is very curled over, so she had to move it about a lot to get into the crease. Luckily she first injected me with lots of local anaesthetic, so I couldn't feel a thing (except for one point where I said Hello Please Add More Anaesthetic There D:) except for the pain from the rest of my foot and the very disconcerting sensation of thread vibrating as it was pulled through my body.
Me: If I was a professional dancer, how long until I could dance again? It's for a story.
Doctor, who has taken my personal history and is thus well aware I am Not A Professional Dancer: About 4 weeks.
Me: Haha, he's going to hate it. Thanks.
Doctor: So what kind of story is this for?
me: A fanfic. It's about, uh, Japanese musical theatre.
Doctor: Cool. Do you have many followers?
Me: Like two people. But I still want to get it Right.
Cam arrived and was sad to have missed the excitement and also disconcerted by how much of my blood was visible on cleaning swabs and splattered on the floor. We took a look at the x-rays where you could see the edges of the rounded "serif" ends of my toe bones have broken off in two places as well as the thick dark line of the laceration.
I was then left with my foot stitched and cleaned and hanging out uncovered in the cold air for a nurse to come tape it to my other toe and bring me a boot for A While. When she finally arrived Cam suggested better computer security and she just laughed. She was only politely appreciative of his weird toe photo, Emergency Department nurses have Seen Some Shit.
The doctor came back to discuss painkiller options, given my sensitive stomach we settled on paracetomol + codeine since I had taken that a couple of times back when it was over the counter. Back then I didn't like how woozy it made me but that seemed Worth It right now. She started explaining how to keep the dressing dry with gladwrap or a bag and Cam went actually a stretchy glove like you're wearing works better and she went HUH. And having tried it later he was right, it works great.
And then! I got! To go home! Walking had become even more painful what with the stitches but a nice orderly wheel-chaired me out to the carpark. We got home at like 1:30am so that's TEN HOURS from the initial break to being done. Phew!
When we got home the cats just stared at me, looking very unsettled, like they'd seen a ghost. Maybe they thought I was dead.
I have set myself up on the couch (closer to everything than the bed) and walking is Unpleasant but doable and Cam is helping a lot. I am developing some dramatic bruising all along the bottom edge of my toes where everything got bent backwards.
Once I woke up everything hurt a lot less, and it's better again today, but it is still Very Sore when I walk. Yesterday is A Blur but life isn't toooo bad considering. In a week I get the stitches taken out. Until then Cam will change my dressing every two days. Turnabout is fair play, I helped dress his toe a bunch in the past. He's looking forward to taking more gory toe pictures for his collection lol (it is useful for keeping track of progress).
That's all I can think of for now and this is VERY long, so!
Stay tuned next time to find out what the universe/kpop demons do NEXT Friday to stop us watching Kpop Demon Hunters. The obvious thing would be Covid from all that time around Sick People, we both feel okay for now asides from the obvious but We Will See.
Now to get up the energy to rewrite this chapter to be about a broken toe...
Details and some stuff about life in general under the cut, including mention of my colonoscopy (two unrelated minor surgeries in a month is TWO TOO MANY) and mention of blood/needles etc.
So above the cut I'll say: If you ever need to keep a bandaged toe dry in the shower, put a stretchy glove over it! Works like a charm!
This may be a little rambling (EDIT: Lol, sorry) since I just took some codeine and it has been QUITE A MONTH but let's see.
So! My colonoscopy was coming up for late July. I was like ugh, unpleasant, but I know how to deal with it by now and will just take things easy until then and then rest up a bunch later and it'll be fine.
And then, about a week before it! Our hot water system broke! It started out Very Bad and has been getting worse, so we were planning on replacing it eventually, but didn't have the money to hand due to some other large bills. But all of a sudden we were looking at A Lot Of Money for Another Very Bad Model or Even More Money for An Ok Model while having cold showers until the problem was fixed.
We eventually settled on Even More Money and the plumbers were nice enough to wait until Cam's next pay day for the full amount... before arriving with the wrong model, then sending us the wrong bill (for too little! we felt virtuous for pointing this out), then complaining we hadn't paid them once we actually did. They were easy to persuade that we had paid them once we sent a bank screenshot, they seem overall like competent plumbers with very nice but incompetent admin staff, which honestly as plumbers go is better than average so we're taking it as a win.
Anyway, all that was a lot of Decisions and Money Stress and Strangers In My House Doing Loud Things, and then I had to do colonoscopy prep! Which was a lot of cooking and sorting lollies into colour types and then a day of an all clear "fluid" diet (solidified gelatine or sugar counts as a fluid but otherwise it is a lot of soup and fruit juice) and then a night of Unpleasant Digestive Experiences that left me quite, ah, drained.
The next day I had to fast from anything from water and pills from 8am, then total fast from 11am. I was brought into the hospital and sat around answering the same medical history questions multiple times with a dry throat, then lay down in a bed to wait my turn.
For three and a half hours.
The only real distraction from figuring out a mathematical model for the dots on the curtains (I was feeling too woozy to really use my phone, since I struggle reading small text) was watching Literally Everyone Else get their colonoscopy done before me ("Someone has to be last" I thought to myself, feeling very martyred), and an anaesthesiologist coming in to unsuccessfully try and put a drip in. She took SEVEN FAILED TRIES in my cold, dehydrated veins (which are tricksy at the best of times) which started to push me over my ability to Endure Suffering Calmly esp when some of them really hurt. (Also she was a white South African who kept talking about how it should be easier with my Lovely Pale Skin but maybe I'm unfairly stereotyping)
Eventually she knocked me out with gas, saying "we tell the kids it smells like strawberries even though it doesn't." and I woke up, colonoscopied, with a somewhat sore drip in my wrist, at 5pm. Apparently my guts are fine. I called over a nurse to say "please tell the anaesthesiologist that the gas smells like pears" and went home.
I spent two weeks recovering and watching my EIGHT arm bruises heal, during which time I slowly started getting back into creating things/housework etc. I had a psych appointment on Thursday and she said I seemed very energetic and optimistic and I said that the nice thing about actively resting so hard for the colonoscopy is it can leave me with a little extra energy afterwards.
So there were a few things I was specifically planning on doing next. But in general, I have been meaning to: research healing of leg/foot injuries for a story I'm working on, hem my overlong pants, leave the house more, and spend extended time with Cam. Also, some things I didn't WANT to do but I've always been a little curious about are breaking a bone, getting stitches, and going to an emergency department.
AND THE UNIVERSE SURE PROVIDED.
Cam and I traditionally spend Friday having a date night where we watch tv/a movie etc together. The next thing on the list for some time has been Kpop Demon Hunters. But then there was the plumber and colonoscopy prep both of which left me way too tired for a movie, and then we had gotten out of the habit and both forgot two weeks in a row.
So this Friday we were like, ok, we are watching it tonight no matter what!
And the universe quietly laughed.
On a whim I organised a delivery of some snacks/groceries from a supermarket I'd been meaning to order from, and I made myself an especially nourishing lunch so I wouldn't be busy cooking that evening.
And then! At around 3pm! Darcy wanted my attention, so I got up to see what she wanted (probably to hang out with her in the sunshine) and TRIPPED OVER MY TROUSER HEM. I saw the angle my little toe bent at and thought "ah, that is for sure broken" then managed to catch myself and land without too much trouble, at which point I started going ow ow ow and Cam and the cats came in to investigate and immediately pointed to/sniffed at the moderate quantities of blood I was dripping onto the floor from where the skin in the crease under my little toe had split. Hooray!
Luckily, for what turned out to be a broken toe, it's not that painful when I stay still, not much worse than a stubbed toe, but my foot Does Not Like It when I put any pressure on it or flex it which makes walking Challenging. Also I get these weird twitches where the foot tenses and Everything Hurts. Cam had a boot for keeping feet flat he was given for his own toe injury, it's a bit too big but still helped.
"Luckily", Cam's diabetes has caused him his own toe woes and so we had a bunch of supplies and practice for dealing with toe injuries. He propped up my foot and washed off the blood with saline solution then went ah... you are going to need to see someone for that D: I was calm but Not Entirely With It so he wrapped it up, got me some of the leftover colonoscopy prep confectionary for my shock, and started looking into options.
Eventually we went to the nearby Urgent Care clinic, a side part of a doctor's surgery with big signs about how it's for things too urgent to wait for a GP appointment but not so extreme you need an emergency department. I looked at the form which didn't have a Dr option but did have Preferred Name and Not Male/Female options and decided I would be cosplaying Mrs Deadname Surname today because I didn't have the energy for Issues. We sat in moderately comfy chairs for idk half an hour before they unwrapped the bandage, washed it with antiseptic, gave me a tetanus shot, and declared the wound above their paygrade before wrapping it up again and sending me on to the emergency department. Cam had a chance to discuss his own Dramatically Weird (and now healed) toe wound while we waited for the doctor, and showed a photo to the nurse who was suitably impressed. I was like Cam she did not need to see that but he said medical staff like seeing Weird Medical Things and she agreed.
On the drive we joked about our Romantic Evening: Spending time together, taking care of each other, sharing experiences, taking a drive together and admiring the view, etc.
The emergency department was covered in pieces of paper with QR codes labelled "Link for complaints about the wait time" which sent a very clear message about how the rest of the evening was going to go. It was a very utilitarian hospital room filed with colour coded and very uncomfortable chairs filled with many people, some of whom had Alarming Coughs I tried not to think about. There were triage counters at the front behind thick plexiglass, vending machines at the back, and a room with a name like Rapid Response And Assessment at the side.
I grabbed ticket 252 and noticed that 248 was currently being called up to the triage counter. Cam was told he shouldn't sit with me while I was waiting to be triaged, and eventually he went off to feed and reassure the cats and grab me some more food.
I watched tickets V21, V22 etc be called up one by one while A248 just sat there unchanging, ate some chips Cam had bought me, and absent-mindedly threw away my ticket oops. Managed to realise what I'd done and grab it again in time. Eventually the A tickets started moving and I got seen. I handed over an explanatory note the Urgent Care dr gave me and the nurse laughed darkly and pulled over another nurse and the two of them laughed at it together which sure felt Something.
Her: Oh, uh, sorry. It's just... they sent you here for a laceration on your toe? If they can't handle that what is the point? Urgent Care is so useless, I would never go there.
I got sent to another desk to double check my details and then on to the Rapid Response room, which was smaller and quieter but just as uncomfortable. But it had a TV and a baby (not sick, just too young to be separated from its sick mother, who was assisted by 3 members of her family all taking turns cheering up the little thing) which helped keep me distracted. (I have an excess of the human instinct to make silly faces at babies, even if my mask got in the way. Speaking of which there sure weren't many other people in masks!!) Still, I'd reached Bored Enough To Use My Phone and various people on discord got to hear all about my evening.
Cam arrived and was sad to have missed the Excitement of me being triaged. By this point it was like... 6pm so I ate some crackers, feeling unwell because I'd forgotten about my dinner meds. We sat there together and watched 2 American antique shows, an Australian reality show called Motorbike Cops, and the start of Blackhawk Down. We had fun playing "spot the pretty white non-American actor playing an All American Soldier" and discussing how glaringly racist it is (I had heard complaints about all the good guys being white but hadn't realised that the bad guys are all faceless mindlessly violent black people /o\)
I then got moved on to radiology where I sat in a chair that would have been comfortable if the footrest was raised or my legs were longer (CURSE MY SHORT LEGS, villains of the evening) Cam and I got Very Bored.
Me: You could hack that computer over there.
Cam: I'm not exactly a hacker, and what com- oh my god is that an unlocked spreadsheet of patient data D: *extended rant on data security which did keep him distracted for a while*
Eventually it hit 10pm and Cam went to feed the cats again (we have found this is the only way to stop them making a fuss all night) and grab my dinner meds, and so missed the excitement of me getting xrays (first time I got a wheelchair, I'd been limping around unhappily for the rest of it), and then Some Time Later a doctor coming to do my stitches and tell me I'd broken my little toe in two places.
It was only at this point, 8 hours in, that I went wait! I am writing a Jack Jeanne fic about someone with a leg injury and having trouble finding details! How Convenient. (When I told Cam this later he said there were Easier Ways To Do Research but what does he know) I was also aggressively running out of spoons so took off my mask to gain a little extra mental bandwidth. Which I feel a little anxious about now but also I was really frazzled and it was a pretty empty area versus the crowded emergency room earlier.
Since I have wide feet my little toe is very curled over, so she had to move it about a lot to get into the crease. Luckily she first injected me with lots of local anaesthetic, so I couldn't feel a thing (except for one point where I said Hello Please Add More Anaesthetic There D:) except for the pain from the rest of my foot and the very disconcerting sensation of thread vibrating as it was pulled through my body.
Me: If I was a professional dancer, how long until I could dance again? It's for a story.
Doctor, who has taken my personal history and is thus well aware I am Not A Professional Dancer: About 4 weeks.
Me: Haha, he's going to hate it. Thanks.
Doctor: So what kind of story is this for?
me: A fanfic. It's about, uh, Japanese musical theatre.
Doctor: Cool. Do you have many followers?
Me: Like two people. But I still want to get it Right.
Cam arrived and was sad to have missed the excitement and also disconcerted by how much of my blood was visible on cleaning swabs and splattered on the floor. We took a look at the x-rays where you could see the edges of the rounded "serif" ends of my toe bones have broken off in two places as well as the thick dark line of the laceration.
I was then left with my foot stitched and cleaned and hanging out uncovered in the cold air for a nurse to come tape it to my other toe and bring me a boot for A While. When she finally arrived Cam suggested better computer security and she just laughed. She was only politely appreciative of his weird toe photo, Emergency Department nurses have Seen Some Shit.
The doctor came back to discuss painkiller options, given my sensitive stomach we settled on paracetomol + codeine since I had taken that a couple of times back when it was over the counter. Back then I didn't like how woozy it made me but that seemed Worth It right now. She started explaining how to keep the dressing dry with gladwrap or a bag and Cam went actually a stretchy glove like you're wearing works better and she went HUH. And having tried it later he was right, it works great.
And then! I got! To go home! Walking had become even more painful what with the stitches but a nice orderly wheel-chaired me out to the carpark. We got home at like 1:30am so that's TEN HOURS from the initial break to being done. Phew!
When we got home the cats just stared at me, looking very unsettled, like they'd seen a ghost. Maybe they thought I was dead.
I have set myself up on the couch (closer to everything than the bed) and walking is Unpleasant but doable and Cam is helping a lot. I am developing some dramatic bruising all along the bottom edge of my toes where everything got bent backwards.
Once I woke up everything hurt a lot less, and it's better again today, but it is still Very Sore when I walk. Yesterday is A Blur but life isn't toooo bad considering. In a week I get the stitches taken out. Until then Cam will change my dressing every two days. Turnabout is fair play, I helped dress his toe a bunch in the past. He's looking forward to taking more gory toe pictures for his collection lol (it is useful for keeping track of progress).
That's all I can think of for now and this is VERY long, so!
Stay tuned next time to find out what the universe/kpop demons do NEXT Friday to stop us watching Kpop Demon Hunters. The obvious thing would be Covid from all that time around Sick People, we both feel okay for now asides from the obvious but We Will See.
Now to get up the energy to rewrite this chapter to be about a broken toe...
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Date: 2025-08-17 08:51 am (UTC)And the colonoscopy wait is always annoying but I try to remind myself that I'm last because I'm probably the healthiest! Diabetics and people with heart issues go first. But it doesn't help when there's an anaesthetist determined to stick every single vein because they can definitely get it! They can see it! Last time I had a nurse roll her eyes at the doctor and go off to get the ultrasound vein detector. He'd stuck me four more times before she got back.
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Date: 2025-08-19 01:37 pm (UTC)Healing is however coming along well so far!
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Date: 2025-08-17 04:33 pm (UTC)I haven't actually broken a toe recently, just sprained and otherwise injured, but when I did fracture my pinky toe years ago I remember being impressed with how reasonable it was as an injury after a few days. It wasn't sitting around throbbing for no reason, it only hurt if I did something unwise. Great communication! If only all ailments were like that! Yours sounds a lot worse, so that might not turn out be true for you, but I hope it settles down fast.
Her: Oh, uh, sorry. It's just... they sent you here for a laceration on your toe? If they can't handle that what is the point?
I was thinking the same thing. My recent experiences with Urgent Care have been mixed lol.
How do you sit the glove? Like do you put a finger over the toe and just pull the rest wherever it'll go?
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Date: 2025-08-19 01:39 pm (UTC)You basically ignore the fingers and just use the section for the palm like a hat/condom, covering to halfway down. It's not totally watertight but keeps things mostly dry.
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Date: 2025-08-18 12:50 am (UTC)Geez, that's a lot more Excitement than anyone wants going on. I hope your recovery process goes as well as such things reasonably can.
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Date: 2025-08-19 07:23 am (UTC)This was a pleasure to read, even if it wasn't a pleasure for you to experience. 😅 My favourite bit was Cam missing all the excitements.
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Date: 2025-08-19 04:51 pm (UTC)and so missed the excitement of me getting xrays (first time I got a wheelchair, I'd been limping around unhappily for the rest of it)
This makes me think back in amusement to the time I was in emergency room with a toe at a right angle and they never once offered me a wheelchair and expected me to walk everywhere. Also the walk to the X-ray machine from Rapid Response is LONG! It's LONG! (Idk which hospital you were at, I was at Midland, yours sounds like Midland but I also wonder if they're All The Same Actually).
Me: If I was a professional dancer, how long until I could dance again? It's for a story.
Doctor, who has taken my personal history and is thus well aware I am Not A Professional Dancer: About 4 weeks.
Me: Haha, he's going to hate it. Thanks.
Doctor: So what kind of story is this for?
me: A fanfic. It's about, uh, Japanese musical theatre.
Doctor: Cool. Do you have many followers?
Me: Like two people. But I still want to get it Right.
Did I mention that I love you lately adlfkdjas
Cam went actually a stretchy glove like you're wearing works better and she went HUH. And having tried it later he was right, it works great.
Truly I'm going to remember this (I might not actually, but I HOPE I do asdlkfja)
When we got home the cats just stared at me, looking very unsettled, like they'd seen a ghost. Maybe they thought I was dead.
Afaik hospital smells really weird pets out (because it in part reminds them of the vet as well, so I think it's that realisation that sometimes we have to go to the vet too, and they're like O.O about it)
(Also I really want to watch Kpop Demon Hunters - I hope you like it!)
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Date: 2025-11-14 05:53 am (UTC)Heee thank you <3 <3
I can't remember if you've watched Kpop Demon Hunters now but we did get a chance to and it was fun!