Thank you for all your kind words and support in the comments. I am certain the reason I am doing as well as I am is due to all of the prayers and positive thinking. The nausea has eased considerably; unfortunately I’m still quite weak and not able to do much, which is frustrating for me. I’m not at all inclined to sit still, but I find I must.

Yesterday I broke my toe. It is the pinkie toe on my right foot, and this is at least the third time I’ve broken this one.

The first time I was a fourth grader. I walked into my bedroom door and my baby toe was stuck out from my foot at a ninety degree angle. I gritted my teeth and pulled my toe out from my foot and put it back where it belonged. I then soaked it in a sink full of very cold water for about two hours. My mother claims I didn’t tell her this until yesterday.

I did this because I was in my first play, and the thought of missing my hugely important role as a tree in Snow White was more awful then setting my own broken bone. I was the only limping plant in the forest. The show must go on, and here we have proof that I have always been a little cracked.

Yesterday I bashed my foot against the bathroom doorframe. The awful thing about this was not the pain (there was a lot of that) but the sound. This is the first time I’ve heard the snap of one of my bones breaking and I have to say it was similar to, but much worse than the crack of a crunchy bug being squished and the quibbly, wobbly feeling it produced was much more nauseating as well.

A big purple bruise covered about a third of my toe almost immediately. The rest is a shocking shade of pink. It has made walking tricky.

This evening I lanced that foul bruise and all sorts of nasty came out of it, which was satisfyingly disgusting and also wonderful because it relieved much of the pressure that was causing me pain. I can gingerly bend it again, which is a step in the right direction, I’d say.

You may wonder why I didn’t go to the ER for this. You see, there isn’t much you can do for a broken pinkie toe unless it is gnarled and twisted right out of its socket or the bone has come through the skin. This being a simple fracture, all they would do is tell me to ice it, elevate it, keep off it and for heaven’s sake stop walking into doorframes! Since I can do all this myself, it seemed silly to waste another day at the doctors, when I’ve spent so many there lately.