Curse those Irish and their awesome dancing

I think some of you have heard some rumors, and I'm here to put those rumors to rest.

First of all, yes. I did in fact break my toe. It happened a week ago now. I called on Friday to schedule an appointment with a doctor because this was no ordinary stubbed toe. There was something seriously wrong with it, and it sported shades of black and blue I didn't know existed. The earliest they could get me in was Monday, so I took it. Now this is something I've always struggled with when it comes to doctors. I like to think there's a reason behind their asking where it hurts, but every time I tell them, they feel the need to poke it, pull it, squeeze it, anything they can do to make the hurt area feel worse. Why can't they just believe me when I tell them what's wrong without having to see for themselves?! I think they just enjoy seeing others' pain. I mean, they are doctors after all. Anywho, I had some x-rays done, and then it was time to leave. However, as we were leaving, my mom wanted to schedule an appointment with the actual family physician to solve another problem that has been going on for a while now. We somehow managed to snag a slot for the next day! That never happens!

So I went back in today. And somehow, my x-rays hadn't been checked yet. When I had them done yesterday, the nurse said that someone would read them and let me know the results within the hour. I, however, heard no results. So today we made them read them while we were there, and the doctor said that he might have seen a fracture but that it was a bit unclear, so he wanted one more x-ray. After my scheduled appointment, I went and had another x-ray done. The nurse then said someone would read them right away and we could just sit in the waiting room until they told us what was up. After 45 minutes, we concluded that they must have forgotten about us again. But me being me, and my mom being my mom, we couldn't just leave with no results after waiting for that long. So we walked up to the desk and demanded our results. Neither of us appreciated being told to wait for a "few minutes" and then wasting an hour of our day. We got the guy on the phone and talked about my x-ray results.

It turns out I have a non-displaced fracture. In other words, I broke my toe. However, it hasn't moved out of place or become crooked. It's still aligned properly, so healing shouldn't be too much of a problem. It's a good thing too! The other night I had a nightmare that I wouldn't be able to wear heels at my wedding! LAME! So yeah, hopefully this thing fixes itself in the next two months. Otherwise, I'll be very upset, but the only thing I can do for it is tape it to its neighboring toe. That provides a support or splint. Then we keep our fingers crossed and hope for the best. Either way, I can't walk, which is super annoying, or get my toe into shoes. So now that my toes are taped, I look especially ridiculous limping around in my flip flops.

The next rumor I would like to explain is HOW exactly I managed to break my big toe. Well, I had a lot of energy last Wednesday night, so I decided to let some of it out by doing one of the Irish dance routines I learned in my Irish dance class last year. Irish dance really works you, so I thought that would solve my problems in a jiffy. My favorite routine was a hard shoe dance like the clogging done in Riverdance. However, I was so excited to dance that I forgot to go put hard shoes on. I tried doing the routine bear foot. Let me just say, NOT a good idea. I didn't even make it five seconds before I kicked the floor and heard a LOUD crack. So yes, I broke my toe while dancing in my living room. Everyone agrees though. If I were going to break a toe, that's how I would do it. Something completely idiotic and avoidable. Typical...

I have another appointment in 3 weeks to get the results from today's procedure and then see how the toe is healing. Wish me luck!