Have finally had my right foot X-rayed per the unprecedented stubbing of the fourth toe a few days ago. Preliminary radiographic diagnosis: a nondisplaced fracture of the shaft of the proximal phalanx.
Well.
‘Nondisplaced’ is always preferable to the alternative, of course. And at the very least, toe number four no longer sticks out to the side like a hitchhiker’s thumb (seriously, you should have seen it), so yay.
My awesome doc told me in advance of the X-ray that the likely treatment would involve 1) immobilization and 2) painkillers. The problematic toe is currently ‘buddy-taped’ to another (pending splint, perhaps); Vicodin is already on hand. No, I’m not sharing.
Oh, my. I’m so sorry to hear that.
Sorry I haven’t been around. I don’t seem to be living my own life anymore. I’m living in some parallel universe, waiting for the bus to my real life to pick me up.
It’s late.
Seriously, I’m just burned out. Very. About everything.
Since it’s been a little while, but not too long, I hope the toe has begun to heal.
If you were here, I’d offer you Vicodin. (Was just kidding about the ‘not sharing’ thing above.)
I am sorry to hear about the current burnout state of things. Have been there, was not pleasant. It is very good to hear from you. Also, I happily keep up with reports of your virtual farming.