The Foot Hurts Like Hell

While at class this afternoon, I stubbed my toe. Sure, you are thinking to yourself, big deal, but I did not realize how bad it was until I got out of class and sat down at the park on campus and took off my sock to have a good inspection. I put a good size gash on my big toe—it hurts. Actually, I think it hut more when I looked it than it did while I was sitting in class thinking about it.

A thought about why, nearly four hours after the accident, my brain told me that the toe now hurts beyond a normal pain threshold of stubbing ones toe should. The more I thought about it, the more it made me wonder just how much effort I was putting into thinking about my toe. Survival mode seemed to have kick in at that moment because I started wondering if the injury could been worse than it really was, and would this mean going beyond the band-aid solution and actually heading down to the medical clinic to seek a second opinion, or a bigger band-aid.

I took the male macho option and dealt with the pain as is. I drove home, favouring my toe all the way. My solution was to drive barefoot and let my toe “breath,” perhaps allowing it to heal faster, but it did ease the pain a little.

I kept thinking how I got the injury, and how I could have prevented it. I stubbed in on the stairs while walking up them between the second and third floors of C-building. I was carrying a full pack of books, probably about 5 Kgs in weight, and my lap-top, another 3 Kgs, in my right hand. So I formulated my problem out in a simple flow-chart.

a) I should have taken the stairs. Should have thought about taking the elevator instead, it is obviously safer than the stairs. Screw the health and fitness idea.

b) As soon as I stubbed the toe, I should have stopped and tended to it. Maybe ice, band-aid at that point would have made my time sitting at the desk in the classroom better and more bearable.

c.0) Should have gone home and used my injury card. I never left a class before, ever, using that one.

c.5) Grin and bear it! Let the pain flow through. Enjoy the pain—it tells me that i am alive.

No matter which way I think about it, the toe hurts.

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