There is nothing more frustrating than being reminded how fragile my body actually is. That leads me to this quick journal entry today. I broke my toe. With more energy lately I had started going back to the gym, I was feeling pretty good. Then, last Tuesday, I was standing up from the couch and I caught my toe on the edge of the frame. I went down reeling from the pain, but after awhile I could walk. The next day my toe was black and blue, swollen. I didn’t want to believe I broke my toe, so I maintained a fairly active week. I tried to ice and elevate and not put too much pressure on my foot, but by Sunday even the small amount of pressure I put on it driving was painful.
Monday (almost a week later) I finally headed to the doctor to see what was going on. X-rays were taken, and it was confirmed that I fractured the proximal phalanx of my fifth toe. I was worried that the metatarsal was damaged, luckily it was not.
There isn’t a lot that they can do about a phalanx fracture. The doctor taped it and wrapped my foot for support. The treatment plan is ice, and elevate, while keeping as much weight off of it as possible. I’m on crutches or a knee walker for the next week, and able to bear weight as tolerated. Which is pretty minimal. This is the second bone fracture I have had in the past two years, and it doesn’t make me very happy.
Constantly injuring myself has become a regular state of being. I heal, I become active again, and then suddenly I’m injured. It is so amazingly frustrating. I’m not even doing anything dangerous or radical to have a good story when people ask what I did.
The Story of How Kristen Broke Her Toe
“What did you do now?” said the well meaning friend.
“I stood up getting off the couch.” she responds with a sigh.