I've got a crush (-ed toe) on you!

Well, folks, I had a little accident in the bathroom the other day.

No, not what you are thinking.

Rather, I injured my toe quite badly. I couldn't believe how much a little toe could hurt - it turned dark purple, and I couldn't walk on it.

Because of the back situation, I found very quickly that limping was not good for me. So, I decided to go to the ER and see if I fractured anything. The doctors asked what happened, and I explained: A HUGE, bulk bottle of pantene conditioner dropped directly onto my toe.

However, the doctor told me my story was pretty lame, so I asked Lindsay to come up with another one. The better story, courtesy of Lindsay?

"Better story, eh? Hmm....let's see....you were hunting elk in the middle of the night through a dense, snow covered forest. While setting up your bow and arrow, ready to strike a huge beast, you were suddenly attacked by a rogue emu, who had absolutely no business being in a dense, snow covered forest in the middle of the night. The emu ran up to you, looked you straight in the eyes, and stomped on your foot, breaking your toe. Then he ran off laughing wildly. And he made you miss the awesome shot to kill the elk. Damn him!"

Yeah, I like that one!

It turns out that my toe isn't fractured, rather it is a "crush injury." I need to keep it buddy taped to the toe next to it, and wear one of those special shoes for about a week.

At least it wasn't worse :)

My ankle rankles me!

Alas - all I have to report on today is the fact that I badly sprained my left foot yesterday, and I am just a-limping around. I don't know how I did it, but 'tis really quite unfortunate. I need my left leg and foot because my car accident injuries are all on the right side - right lower back, right hip, right leg/foot. Over the past few years, I have gotten in the habit of allowing my left leg to support myself. And now? Well, for the next 3-6 weeks, I don't really have a leg to stand on (never knew I would use that phrase literally!).

Thank goodness for my sister - she is the best. She met me at the E.R., brought me to her apartment (much fewer stairs than mine), and has taken care of me since last night. She constantly checked on me, helped me take the ice pack on and off, fed me, and generally helped me get around. Tonight, she helped me stumble back to my apartment (SO SLOWLY) and got me situated at home for the night.

Much as we love and appreciate our family members under normal circumstances, challenging times remind us how important and special they really are. I feel so lucky to have my sister around, and I think that we take good care of each other. I love you, Lindsay, and thank you so much!!!

Anyway, I hope not to use the crutches for very long. They are so helpful, but so awkward. So, sorry for the kvetching, but wanted to post an update. Hope everyone else is doing well!!