My injury occurred eleven days ago, on a Sunday afternoon. On Monday, my foot was so swollen. I couldn't WALK without wincing in pain. I called off work (which, as a student teacher, is a ridiculously huge deal). I went to the University doctor, who told me that I was baby. Well, actually, he just told me that it wasn't broken and I should stay off of it.
On Tuesday, I limped back to work, feeling ridiculous. Hi, I missed school because I dropped something on my foot. Broken? No, it's not broken, I'm just a baby.
Except Wednesday it was still swollen.
And Thursday.
By Friday, my toes started bruising, all the way to the knuckle. Is it still a knuckle if you're talking about your toes, or do you only have knuckles in your fingers? Is there a Doctor in the house? It is significant that my toes started bruising because the frame landed near my ankle. Have I ever mentioned that I wear a shoe size NINE. That's a long way for a bruise to travel.
I kept waiting, day after day, for the bruise to spread all across my foot, to turn purple and yellow and to create a whole rainbow of beauty across my foot. But that day never came. It's been nearly two weeks and I'm still waiting.
Meanwhile, here's a picture of my swollen and (somewhat) bruised foot. Be gentle.
Notice the bruising under my ankle bone as well. See that dark pink could-be-a-heroin-injection-site indentation in the middle of all the SWOLLEN? That's the point of impact.
My name is Peaches and even my body overreacts to the most mundane situations.
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