Great, What Now...

Sorry all, but I'm warning right now that this is going to being a whinny post.
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So after a weekend of me going out, doing nothing strenuous to body other than standing walking and sitting, my feet are in pain. A lot of pain.

I can't stand for more than 5 minutes before my feet feel burning, stabbing and hurt in general. Even if I sit down or put them up to rest, I can still feel a dull pain.

I'm frankly hitting the end of being able to stand all this injury bullshit. I understand that my 1 leg/foot was hurt from my [incredibly stupid] jump, as posted here. I get that it took about 1.5 months of crutching around for me to be able to slowly walk around normally. Now, why the fuck are both my feet hurting and why is it so bad that I can't even spend 10 minutes chopping/cooking up some meal without my feet really hurting me. All I'm feeling right now is anger and frustration because my body is weaker than a 3 year old's.

An appointment with my family doctor has been set for about 1.5 weeks from now. I'm no medical professional (I wait, I sort of am!) but my best guess is that the arches in my feet have some how miraculously exploded. I've never had arch problems before. One foot (the injured one) was actually resting/healing for the last 1.5 months while the other one was taking all my weight and constantly feeling perfect. It makes no fucking sense!

For now, all I can do is sit and lie down and do nothing...which for me is the worst fate possible. I can't go biking or walking around. I can't get back into yoga. I can't lift weight (since holding the dumbbell puts weight on my feet). I can't see friends, unless they come to me. I can't continue planning my hiking trip in the Adirondacks. All I can do is work, watch tv, eat and ruminate about how I hate my feet.

Anger isn't helpful to me - Okay, scratch that, anger can be EXTREMELY helpful to me, but only if I have an outlet. Problem is that I specifically can't do anything, it just stays in me, so I feel depressed and sad.

This sucks; I feel like it's going to be My Summer Of My Discontent. Even writing this post pisses me off.

What Say You Hospital

Monday was spent both working and sitting around the local hospital for 7 hours, in order to have my foot checked-out. I had expected to wait forever at the hospital, since potential broken bones are at the bottom of the emergency clinic's priority list and one typically has to wait forever anyways (a downside to the "free" health care I am glad Canadians have). Unlike many of the people there, or at least the people who seemed to be in the similar broken-bone category as me, I was feeling very positive and cheery. That is probably more because broken bones and crutches is not something new for me and my job can easily integrate in a foot injury.

After 2 sets of X-rays and 3 interval-visits with an overworked doctor, the consensus at this time is: you probably have a bad bruise/strain, but might also have a broken heal bone...we're not sure. So DON'T YOU DARE put weight on your foot (I think she thought my positive and carefree attitude meant I wasn't going to follow her instructions, hence why she kindly screamed them at me) and we'll wrap it up and you'll need to be back here in 10 days to see an orthopedic specialist.

Woooo!

But wait? Is there a [fake] question for a reader out there? Oh yes there is...why you.... Ya, you over there...what's the question?

Reader: Oh Thomas, I love you so much. Here's my query: knowing how you are such a camera-whore and take pictures of everything, do you have such a picture of you hurting your foot? I would love to add it to my shrine of you...

Oh, thanks devoted [fake] reader. I love you too...and to answer your question: Yes!

This picture was taken moments before I decided it was a great idea to jump, barefoot, down to the ground. I like to think the amazing part of this photo is not the height but my pointed toes. It's all in the pointed toes. One might even say I look very gay in this photo.


The outcome of my fall is now this:


So with the big Easter extended-family dinner coming this weekend, my little accident will the popular topic of discussion regarding who's been the stupidest lately.

Here's Some Advice

So, the next time that your friend (let's theoretically name him Mike) tells you not to screw around in his new apartment/condo, you should probably listen to him.

When he goes out for a smoke, with this theoretical girlfriend, you should not get your friend (let's theoretically name him Tim) to boost you up onto a mysterious 2nd level of the room (imagine the room to a bathroom that has a space of 3 feet between its own roof and the main loft's roof) in hopes of having fun and scaring said theoretical friends when they return from having a smoke. Of course, one should not decide to jump down from such a height, to land awkwardly and potentially break your foot.

By theoretically breaking one's foot, I mean needing crutches to comfortably move around because simply standing on on of your feet hurts a lot.

Ya, I think that's some good advice.