On Friday July 13th, 2007 (that's right Friday the 13th), I broke my big toe.
Let me just say it hurt like a dickens.
A quick story on what happened:
At about 3:15pm,I got bored of my computer and proceeded upstairs to the living room. My wife, Laura, and our cat, Chubs, were upstairs watching TV (I think).
I started talking to Laura about our plans for dinner. In the middle of the conversation, Chubs decided that it was play time. So I started annoying my cat, as I do, to get him riled up. I decided that it would be fun to have Chubs chase me around the living room(yeah...good idea). So as the chase was on, I decided to out smart the cat and jump over the love seat (bad move). As I landed over the love seat, I heard a "POP" and proceeded to fall to the floor.
Laura, being concerned, asked if I had sprained my ankle.....I wish. I told her, No....I think I broke my toe (anatomy class pays off).
After much discussion and a few phone calls, we decided to go to the hospital were they not only confirmed it was broke but told me it was dislocated as well. A few seconds....literally seconds, like maybe 1, after the kind doctor gave me 2 shots to numb my toe. She gracefully yanked on my toe and put it back in place.....that was very very very very painful. I mean....shouldn't there have been a pause....to you know let the numbness set in before yanking on a broken toe!
Anyway, the toe is back in place, and now just purple and hard to walk on.
Well, other then that...
Bloomington is good...finally found a new job, but I will post on that later.
