So, I fell of the porch on Thursday. I was trying to get past my dad and our Christmas tree to hold the door open for him, and I biffed it. But that was Thursday and today is Monday and my foot still hurts and is super swollen. So I went to the campus doctor. She took x-rays and commented on how swollen it was.
I secretly wanted a cast and a walking boot. How sweet would that be? I mean, it's not like I'm in this miserable immense pain, but if I could just not bend or move my foot for awhile, it would be so much better! So I thought that a cast wasn't really out of the question. Okay, I have to be honest, I was getting really ramped up and excited at the thought of it. People could sign it! I could get a sweet color! I'd get to wear a walking boot! It's not as wimpy as a broken arm. Casts on feet are kinda cool! I mean, minus the whole immense and miserable pain thing, but I don't have it that bad! It just hurts when I walk and anytime I move my big toe and when I'm perfectly still there's this constant dull throb...
But the x-rays came back and the doctor whipped into the exam room where I was waiting and said with a smile, "Well there's no fracture or broken bones so that's good! Looks like a very deep bruise or a sprain." So instead of a cast, I have to wrap it up in an Ace bandage, take IbProfen or Motrin, ice it all day, and try not to walk on it too much...In 3 weeks or so it should be better.
Blah. I'd prefer the cast.