The Saddest Sight My Eyes Did See
April 13, 2004
As I got in my car to drive home tonight (on the dorky donut spare again, by the way, as my day took a sudden and unfortunate turn back into shitdom), I slammed my foot in the car door. Owie.
By the time I got home, it was swollen, purple and full-on HOLY LIVING HELL THAT FUCKING HURTS.
Could I find an ace bandage? A brace? Some measly medical tape? No. Did we have a soft ice pack? Or even any ice cubes? No.
So I wrapped my foot in the last paper towel on the roll and stuck it in a plastic wine chiller sleeve.
No, seriously.
Update: Jason made ice. And vodka cocktails. And determined that it is probably a bruised tendon. Jebus god. The pain.
Update Update: Nope. Probably a fracture. Freak show foot: Put ice on it, watch it get WORSE! Yay! X-rays on the agenda tomorrow methinks.
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD THE PAIN. THE PAIN!
Update Update Update: 12:10 AM. GOING TO THE HOSPITAL NOW BITCHES. HOLY FUCK. VICODIN! PLEASE!
Oh no! Not a turn to shitdom! I thought we were doing so well today...kinda. What the hell happened with the tire? And for Christmas? You guys are getting an icepack!
Oh...OUCH! I am so sorry about your little footsie. I am so sure that hurts! As for wine chiller, very inventive. I am impressed. Now tell me, did you drink the wine? ;)
Awwww! Sorry to hear about the podiotrauma! (I think that's a new word...lol) Hope it gets better!
MacGwyver, I am sorry you hurt your foot...but at least your toes look cute for the hospital visit. And how sad is it that I looked at your DRINK first, and your foot second. You and Coleen are foot-injury-twinsies now. If you make Leigh and I bust a foot too, I'll get you.
Someone's watching Gilmore Girls!!
Wha was that? You broke you're foot or something?
;)
I want to be like Coleen too, but...
(just kidding, I hope all is fine girl...)
Hospital? Uh-oh. Update necessary this morning. Oh, and you've got a bold tag open somewhere.
Feel better!!
Zoot, you just made me spit coffee on my keyboard. That's exactly what I was thinking. "Way to be a copycat, Am-Y."
Amy, we have to meet up and take pictures. We'll be Freeky Black Boot Twins!
The rest of the JLB better stay on their tippy-toes.
Oh no! That's no good. My foot hurts for you. I hope you get it all fixed up and get some good drugs for it.
So you knock yours on the car door, I fall off a curb, and Coleen Irish dances barefoot.
You tell me, who has the most glamorous story?
Yum - Cape Cod chips.
Michelle, TRYING to look like Michael Flatley in any way, shape, or form is not glamorous. No sir, no way, no how. Seriously. I was all Lord of the Dance-ing it, and there was no other way for it to end than badly.
maybe you should have stuck your foot into your drink?
or the bag of potato chips?
and thank god for pedicures.