The pain’s gotten better, but the bruises sure haven’t, lol. It sorta looks like death. I’ll take a pic or two and I’ll post another time.

foot injury

Wonderful stuff. Wonderful.

Well now, you’re all probably wondering exactly why I went ahead and broke my foot. What are you stupid? I didn’t do it on purpose.

Ironically, I did it playing soccer (God has one sick sense of humor…). I’ll try to make this simple.

So I was playing soccer in the gym, playing my position, you know, defense. I was fighting over the ball in a corner of the gym; the corner of the gym where the double doors are. And then I actually got possession. So now I’m in front of the doors, shielding the ball from this guy who’s a freakin’ ex-Bomber. Yes, you read that right. He was on the varsity men’s soccer team here, and I was the one with the ball and he was trying to steal it from me.

Originally, I had planned to kind of swivel my hips and drive the ball up the court, using the wall to hit the ball around him. And I suppose my sense of depth perception completely failed me… actually no it didn’t, because if it wasn’t for the door frame in the way, I would’ve been able to hit the ball. So instead of kicking the ball as hard as I could, I ended up kicking the corner of the frame as hard as I could instead. And let me tell you, I thought my coccyx was painful? Holy effing crap.

At least the adrenaline made the pain bearable, so I kept playing. We were already playing a man down and none of us had any subs, and I wasn’t about to just stop (even though we were mercy ruled 3-13… God, you’re an asshole). So I kept playing, and since this was my kicking foot that I hurt, every time I took a shot or kicked the ball, it hurt like hell.

Afterwards I took off my sneakers and my right sock, because throughout the entire game I could feel how swollen it was. I was cursing the whole time. When I finally looked at it, it was swollen and black and blue. And at that point I thought to myself ‘Well shit… knowing my luck, I broke this, didn’t I?’

When I stood back up to get a drink while informing Mom over the phone, I quickly realized just how much more painful something can be once the adrenaline starts to wear off. And that pain increased tenfold after I got back to my room.

In the end, I went over to the hospital, because when I reached the point where I couldn’t even walk on it, I decided that getting it checked really couldn’t wait.

So they did x-rays, found nothing, suspected a hidden fracture, and they gave me this shoe brace thing, a pair of crutches (which I suck at using) and vicodin. I just need to get all of my papers back from Meredith, the friend who drove me up, so I can call to see Dr. Greene at the Orthopedic group in town. I’ll keep you guys posted.