Ugh. Friday night after working a good 100 hours from home this week I had my wife get me some beer on the way home from bowling ( I was working so I coudln't bowl). I go upstairs to get my smokes and the beer and start to head back down stairs. I was also playing the 360 so I had my headset on and the controller too. I go to turn around in the kitchen and WHAM! rammed it right into the corner of a shelf like looking thing that divides our kitchen and our family room. I just cringe and think I just stowed it that I have done before.
Nope. I look down and I was pretty much in shock. My pinky toe on my left foot was bent at a 45 degree angle at the knuckle. It pretty much looked like a Y without the right / part. Mother fuck!
So after a few minutes of saying some words it's all numb. I can't feel shit at my toe. Maybe I just dislocated it? Hmm. I suck it up and push the broken shit back into place. I thought I would have heard it "pop" or something but that didn't happen. Got it aligned as good as I could get it and wrapped it up with some tape.
Went to work the next day from 3 pm to about 4 am. In pain all day.. limping my ass around taking a lot of ibuprophen (which didn't do shit). I got a whopping 5 hours of sleep Saturday night and went back into work around 10 am. Sunday morning. Around 1:00 pm I told my boss that I was going to the ER (right next door) to St. Anns to get it x-rayed.
Yep. Fractured the toe. I guess I popped it back into the right place cause the ER doc didn't do shit. Just said I fractured it and They were giving me a shoe and tape it up. I also got a "Get out of jail" free card for two days . I have my two scheduled days off Tuesday and Wednesday. So right now I"m off until Thursday. Yippie.
The doc also gave me some vicodin and that's been helping a good amount with the pain. My foot is nice and swollen, my left side of my foot is all black and blue and the pain is shooing up my leg.
On a side note, when I came home at 3:00 am Saturday night/Sunday morning, The fucking plows came through before I came home and found a nice 4' barrier between the street and the driveway. Park my car in the street, limp my ass up to the garage and grab the broken shovel that my son broke earlier in the day. Dig a section out wide enough to fit the Regal through and park the car.
What a shitty week. I was on call so I worked from home all week which isn't a big deal. Adding up all my hours from pretty much 7 am to 11 pm M-F and the weekend shit I put in roughly 110 hours this week.