Today I tried to go to the gym to workout with my gimp toe but I didn't have much success. I was able to do pullups and stretch but that was about it. We have a friend in the co-op named Deanne who is a nurse so we showed her my toe because Bonnie thought I may need stitches. Deanne said no for the stitches, but she DID tell us that I needed to rip that toe nail off. Bleh. Just the sound of it made my teeth hurt and sent chills down my spine. Deanne even offered for me to come to the emergency room she would be working at tonight and she would "take care of me". I felt a little nervous about that so instead, I hired someone ELSE to do the dirty work, The Bonnster, oh yeah.
SO we go to her house, numb my toe with some pain relieving cream and get ready for the surgery. She clasped onto one side of the nail with her teasers and (after 3 tries) she finally rips the sucker off. Holy crap...pain pain freakin PAIN. But once again, I was tougher than nails. The bloody section is the part that was still connected to to my nail. The other side needs to be removed as well but it's gonna hurt more than the first so I'll put that off until Bonnie can make sure she gets it done the FIRST try.
After the surgery we wrapped it up and it was ready to go. Now, here's the lying part of this post...
So yesterday when my whole toe incident happened Bonnie told us about her husband Dave who thought he stubbed his toe only to go to the emergency room and find out that he broke the sucker horizontally and vertically. He ended up having surgery on his toe, pins in it and drama, drama. It was a good story so I stored it in my memory.
Today I walked down to the bus stop to meet the kids as they got off. I wore flip flops with my big egg toe stickin out for all to see, it was embarrassing to say the least. I never talk to the parents out there but because my toe was about as big as an ostrich egg, some lady asked me what had happened. For a second, I was gonna tell her the truth but then I thought, "hey, why not have some fun and just LIE?" So I said to her...
"Well, last night I as I came down the stairs I fell and my toe got smashed. I thought it was just stubbed but then after not being able to move it, I went to the hospital. I found out that I ended up breaking it in two spots, vertically and horizontally so they had to perform emergency surgery on it to set it back in place. I got two pins in it to hold the bone but it hurts SOO bad, I can't even believe this happened because my husband is gone and I have the four kids that I have to take care of still. It's so hard!"
The lady was stunned, she just stared at me with her mouth wide open and said, "How are you walking and where were your kids during all of this?"
I said, "Well I don't really have a choice about walking. I'm on lots of pain meds but with my husband gone because he's a Marine, I have to just deal with it. I took the kids to the hospital with me and was able to get a hold of another mom I know who came and picked them up." I wanted to laugh so badly but I was totally serious and straight faced and she just kept apologizing and asking me if I needed anything like help with the kids or anything. I refused (because I'm just that tough) and that was it! It was so funny, I walked away limping, carrying my baby with my other three grubs hangin all over me and I know she was thinkin I was crazy.
Why did I do that, you may ask? Who knows, I don't know why I do or say HALF the things I do, I just do it. I even walked back to the house thinkin, "why the crap did I do that?" For some reason it just felt fun. I had adrenaline rushing through my veins and I liked it. I was in the moment and it kinda just fell outta my mouth. Thank goodness I don't talk to these ppl regularly. I haven't quite figured out how I'm gonna cover my bases once my toe doesn't need to be wrapped anymore. Just another reason for me to hurry and move to NC, right? haha