Ooops, I did it again!

So, on the advise of my therapist, I decided to take some "me" time.  I arranged for Ladybug to stay at my parents house (actually they were suppose to go camping but it stormed so they couldn't) while I drove a couple of hours away to visit some friends.  Wonderful amazing friends that I miss living so far from them. 

I prepared Ladybug.  But I wasn't worried.  She loves my dad and step mom.  She ignores me most of the time when we are at their house.  But right before I left she got worried.  I assured her they had my cell phone number and she could call me at any time.  I would not mind.  But I never thought in a million years that she would call. 

I left the house at 10am.  I got my first call at about 1:30pm while eating lunch.  SURPRISE!

I went shopping.  I walked the beach.  I hung out with a friend.  And then I drove a little farther away to spend some time with another friend.  We hung out.  We had dinner.  I planned to spend the night.  I got another phone call from Ladybug.

We headed to bed at about 1am.  As we were getting ready, I turned around and walked straight into her dog, Tank.  Tank is a big strong solid dog.  He is appropriately named.  I rammed my foot into his leg.  And I felt instant pain.  It is a pain I have felt before.  Many times.  So I new instantly that I had broken my toe.  The question was...did I also dislocate it?  Which I have also done many times.  A broken toes, they can do very little about.  A dislocated toe requires the help of a doctor to put back into place.

I waited it out.  I crawled in bed.  I shook with pain.  Literally shook.  So at about 1:30am we got up and drove to the nearest hospital - and since she lives in the middle of the boonies that took some time.  The good news is that they took my vitals and registered me quickly.  The even better news is that there was NOBODY else in the waiting room.  NOBODY!  This could be quick. 

The bad news is that I ended up waiting in the waiting room for about 1 hour.  An entire hour!  With the TV tuned to Glenn Beck.  For a liberal democrat in so much pain from her own stupidity, there is very little else that could be more torturous then being forced to watch an hour of Glenn Beck in the middle of the night.  But I was eventually rescued by being brought back to my room.  Where I waited.  For about an hour...until the x-ray tech was ready.  Really?  An hour?  Because she had so many other people to x-ray?  Because there was NOBODY else in the hospital! 

The good news was that it was not dislocated.  The bad news was that it was broken.  Hospital bills, long night, for a broken toe.  We left the hospital at about 5am.

The vicodin has worn off.  I need to drive back to my parents today.  Do I do that now?  In the middle of the day?  And cut my visit with friends short?  Or do I stick with my plans?  Wait it out?   Have dinner with friends and then drive?

Oh, and did I mention that the toe I broke is my pinkie on my left foot?  And did I mention I drive a standard?  And did I mention that I have a 19 hour drive to get home?  And my child is too young to drive?

Sadly, this is not the first time I have done this.  Or the second.  Or even the third.  Seriously.  I have broken this toe at least 12 times -- I lost count over the years.  But I do know that this is at least break number 5 since May of 2005.

Mean Mama