Aneeda72
Well-known Member
I saw a car advertised on the Internet-just right for me. I made sure it was available, woke my husband up (he works third shift), and told him to hurry and get dressed. Rushed downstairs to change my clothes, was in my bedroom when my pinky toe got caught on my small footstool. OMG, the pain.
I actually blacked out for a couple seconds, it was that bad. Now I am a chronic pain patient. I have been in so much pain I have hallucinated; but I've never a blackout, ever. It's got to be broken. But I have a car to go buy.
Anyway, as soon as I was able I got ready, got my shoe on, and went to buy the car. I was sure I had broken my toe, but couldn't understand why it hurt so much, but whatever. I limped around with my walker, bought the car, went home, and toe is killing me-all night.
Still hurts in the morning. It is swollen, black and blue, red and purple. I have a rainbow toe. It is also swollen on my foot. I go to the walk in clinic, have an X-ray. I've fractured the lower part of the toe just above the joint. Have to wear a boot, and, can't drive my new car. The only car for me alone in 47 years of marriage.
It's a little Chevy spark, my husband is too big to fit behind the steering wheel. Once he got in the passenger seat, he could barely get out. It's just right for me. This would be funny if it weren't so very very sad. Oh wait, nope.
It's very very funny. Sigh.
I actually blacked out for a couple seconds, it was that bad. Now I am a chronic pain patient. I have been in so much pain I have hallucinated; but I've never a blackout, ever. It's got to be broken. But I have a car to go buy.
Anyway, as soon as I was able I got ready, got my shoe on, and went to buy the car. I was sure I had broken my toe, but couldn't understand why it hurt so much, but whatever. I limped around with my walker, bought the car, went home, and toe is killing me-all night.
Still hurts in the morning. It is swollen, black and blue, red and purple. I have a rainbow toe. It is also swollen on my foot. I go to the walk in clinic, have an X-ray. I've fractured the lower part of the toe just above the joint. Have to wear a boot, and, can't drive my new car. The only car for me alone in 47 years of marriage.
It's a little Chevy spark, my husband is too big to fit behind the steering wheel. Once he got in the passenger seat, he could barely get out. It's just right for me. This would be funny if it weren't so very very sad. Oh wait, nope.
It's very very funny. Sigh.