I stubbed my big toe pretty badly a few nights ago. I’ve been hobbling around on one leg, hoping that my toenail would just fall off already and provide some relief, to no avail. Sometimes I think my tolerance for pain needs to be recalibrated.
I went to the ER late last night to finally get some help, and after 2 hours of waiting, a few X-rays, explaining all my other health issues, and noting how the grain direction of the drawer front of a cabinet was “incorrect” and bothering me (I’m such a furniture nerd), I left with a prescription for an antibiotic that should take care of the cellulitis (bacteria infection on the skin) and reduce the swelling.
And probably cause diarrhea.
In the meantime, I can’t run, or swim, or bike, or really do anything but keep my foot elevated. So I’m reading, catching up on writing, shedding a tear that the best Tour de France I’ve ever watched is over.
furniture nerds unite!