I think I broke my toe. I stubbed it this morning on a chair and it hurts when I put weight on it. I can bend it so it’s probably not broken, but it’s sprained at the very least.
Fantastic.
This was the last thing I needed right now. Forget the pain, which is minimal. A broken or sprained toe, particularly the one right next to the pinkie, is going to wreak havoc on my balance and coordination for a while and make me even more wobbly and accident-prone than I already am.
Sigh.
I had this grand plan that I would walk 20 miles in the “20 days to BlogHer” countdown that I started on Saturday. Putting aside the fact that this scheme has already been slightly derailed due to ginormous bumper crop of mosquitoes we’ve got this year. I swear to Goddess, it’s like a reenactment of Tippi Hedren and “The Birds” in Skeeterville every time I step out the door. Last night, I had to forego the walk for a 30-spin on the stationary bike instead. While I got a good workout and use different muscles than I would normally, I want to walk.
This is the otherwise-lovely road the mosquitoes are keeping me from walking on
Walking makes me feel powerful. It makes me feel ‘normal’ or that I can pass as ‘normal’. Part of why I am pushing myself so much harder to be physically active than I usually am is because I want to be able to keep up with everyone at BlogHer and participate in as much as possible without embarrassing myself. Of course, I have to do all of this without getting so tired that I don’t trip and fall so if someone could please point out the Diet Coke vendor, that would be terrific, thanks. I also have to worry about my feet swelling to three times their normal size. In addition to looking gross, it’s not great for my foot health. But the orthopedic stockings are hot and ugly so don’t be surprised my feet are bare.
Argh.
On a happier note, I don’t think they have mosquitoes in Manhattan. Cockroaches, I hear that’s a different story….
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Don’t worry, there are no roaches in my apartment! I’m sorry to hear that your toe isn’t doing so well – I hope you feel better in time for the trip and in general. We’re going to have tons of fun!
Thanks, Amanda. It took me all day but I finally realized that it wasn’t about the toe. All of the things I wrote about are true and important but not the real issue. I was freaking a little bit about the fact that one of the parts of my body that I use for walking got injured. This stupid tiny injury brought out my biggest anxieties about being paralyzed again. I’m going to write about it today and maybe post if it’s blog-worthy.