Foot update: Spoke Too Soon?

That title has too many "o"s in it.

So, yesterday, I got off the train and directly into a doctor's office. See, on Tuesday the boy and I determined that my foot was ... unattractive. Or, the actual phrase used to describe it was "zombie foot." Because, seriously. So anyway, I called my father to get a second opinion about zombie foot once I got back.

My primary care physician said that all the alarming under-the-surface bleeding was not anything to worry about. However, the swelling, he said, was. I didn't think the swelling was too bad, considering that on Monday, it had been a grapefruit. Anyway, he said the amount of swelling indicated that there was bone injury. He wants me to get more x-rays.

Cut to: X-Ray Place. I get more x-rays. The technician is bitchy, but she should have gone home several hours before, and she was waiting for some dude to come in, which he didn't, so I cut her some slack. Anyway, longer story less long, I might have a tiny small fracture on one of the bones.

Cut to: going back to PCP's office! I'm waiting for twenty minutes in the car, at which point I call my father up in the office, and I'm all "What are ya doin'?" He's making me an appointment with a podiatrist.

It is apparently difficult to explain to people why I was at this point very cranky and irate and in the most desire to just go the hell home. But, anyway, I was.

At podiatrist: takes more x-rays. Determines that foot is probably fractured. A small, tiny, itty bitty, hairline fracture. Which means that it's really no more injured than I thought it was before, when I thought I had badly bruised the bone.

However, I'm apparently injured enough to warrant *a cast on my foot*!! Which made it more uncomfortable and difficult to walk than before. Also, on Saturday, I'm doing to go back to this dude, and he's going to take the cast off and pump me full of drugs so I can swim through my weekend.

Also, at the moment, my foot is wet from being in the shower. My mother gave me a garbage bag and some rubber bands to wrap around it to keep the cast from getting wet. Didn't work!!! Now my foot is also cold and heavy.

I hate everything. But! When I got home, I took a picture of zombie foot, if anyone would like to see that. Sadly, I could only get the toes, because the rest has plaster on it. I should warn you though, that some things are so gross that they're cool. This is not one of those things. It's so gross I can't even upload it and put the picture here, because it's just that gross. So. Who wants to see it!