Yeouch!

7:55am. I don’t know how the hell I did this, but last night in a moment of extreme unco-ordination, I bashed my right foot into a door frame. I hopped to bed shouting "fuck fuck fuck!" The worrying thing is that almost 8 hours later it still hurts. Sharp pain when I move two of my toes. D’oh! I think I’d better hobble to the doctor and go get an X-ray. Lucky for me there’s a hospital that does them merely two doors away, though the doctor is a further five minutes walk. Ummm… five minutes on a normal day, that is.

12:15pm. Well the doctor there’s not much that can be done. No point in irradiating my foot at this stage, since it wouldn’t affect the treatment. He put some tape around one toe and the next one along, as a kind of splint, but basically it’s just a waiting game.

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