Broken Foot!

I've managed my first broken bone. I was at work with my mind in gutter-like pit of anger and despair at not having enough time to complete a job. So, I hurried, pushed my way through, and got done putting up a bunch of tables in about 8 minutes. Mind you, these are fucking hideously heavy tables.

Imagine if you will, a wooden table that is 8 feet long, perhaps 3 or four feet across (just far enough across to make it really awkward. My idea of how to set them up involved using my feet and kicking them up, a tactic that works quite well on most small tables (these smaller tables tend to be made from plastic). So, the first one that I kicked, I didn't kick hard enough, and it came down hard, hitting the surface of my right foot. I thought it hit the toe, cause immediately my toes hurt like hell. 

I cursed in front of professors, but having learnt my lesson about necessary force, I took the next table and sent it into the air with more than enough momentum for the job, getting it into position perfectly with a good kick and some hand control. Then I walked over to set up the remaining three. I had to negotiate my way through the door, which was difficult enough, but it worked fine. The other 3 tables easily caved to the might of my legs. By this point though, my right foot was starting to hurt like a son-a-bitch.

So, I did what I always do. Ignore the problem til it turns huge. I finished up my shift, walked to Historical linguistics, called Vanessa and then tried to work on my Syntax. I didn't have my book with me, so I was going inefficiently off class notes. Needless to say, I didn't get enough done.

I noticed while I was working on Syntax that my foot was getting progressively worse. The swelling was bad and walking on it was pretty painful. My assumption though, was that it couldn't be broken, cause "a break should hurt more than a sprain" This is often the case, but microfractures are different, just a little crack in the bone.  Walking from class to the student health service though was painful. I limped the whole way, getting a relief from the pain when my advil kicked in.

Then came the interminable wait at Boynton, first for the triage nurse, then to get a room open, and then upwards of a half hour in my examining room waiting for the doctor to send me down to get an X-ray. After that I was wheeled back up, and waited another 10ish minutes for the doctor. She arrived and repeated a "poke test" I had done earlier. This showed what was damaged and was correlated with her x-rays.  She left quickly and was replaced by a nurse who wrapped it up and gave me a sort of break shoe, a shoelike thing that would more or less hold me together, prevent me from twisting the foot stupidly.

Nonetheless, I'm still alive.

Song of the day: Still Alive-GladOs