Thursday, August 12, 2010

Hammer Time

Eh.  Not so much.  I have what is called hammertoe apparently, and though I was hoping to avoid surgery (and I'm trying the shoe inserts to desperately avoid it) I'm thinking perhaps it would be best if they just cut them off.  Yes, I'm being melodramatic, but when I was literally screaming and sobbing for about an hour and a half last night (startling our neighbors I am sure) it seemed like a viable option.  I couldn't touch them last night.  I couldn't move my foot at all or the pain would sear and I would scream out.  Ice pack?  Nope, only hurt worse.  I had G soak a washcloth, microwave it till it was hot, and then I applied that, repeating for half an hour.  Finally it stopped hurting enough to get some sleep.  

Unfortunately I was supposed to meet up with some other bloggers tomorrow in D.C. and can't.  I'm a bit irritated, since I was looking forward to the adventure.  Hopefully we can get together another time if this time goes well for everyone.  

So today my day consists of:  staying off my foot.  Oh, how I wish it was that easy!


  1. Oh no! Say it ain't so! There goes 1/3 of the meet up. :(

    Off to look up hammertoe. Hope you feel better real soon. Bisous.

  2. Perhaps you need a break? At 52 I have stopped questioning why I am stuck to the bed or couch. I now get that I deserve the bed or the couch. Luxuriate!