So, I was at work yesterday, and while pulling a BMC (a 7 foot tall cart filled with heavy packages, weighing in between 1000-1500 lbs) by my lonesome, cuz some of my coworkers were bums and left me, I lost control and it rolled over about half of my foot. I went to the hospital (Paoli Hospital...which sucks ASS by the way), got x-rays, and had a wishy-washy, uncertain doctor who was way too old to still be a student, who told me:
"Hm. I don't THINK it's broken. It's probably a bad bruise."
To which I respond:
"But doctor, I can't put pressure on my foot when I walk. Are you sure there are no breaks?"
To which HE responded:
"I don't think so. It could be a fracture. I'm not sure."

I'm not sure. I'm. Not. SURE? After like, eight years of medical school, how in the hell are you "not sure?"

But I digress. So I get one of those ugly blue boots slapped on my foot, and crutches, which I struggled with for awhile before I just said fuck the left crutch and strutted (read: staggered) out of the ER, channeling my inner House. I get back to work and have to fill out 3 hours worth of paperwork. Get home, sit back, put some ice on my throbbing foot, and after an hour or two, decided to call it a night. Today, I obviously can't really go to work, seeing as though I can't walk well. My foot was (and still is) feeling better, so I figured it was safe to rule out a fracture/break. As of now: 9:20PM, I can walk without the crutch, just not very efficiently. Going back to my hospital tomorrow, cuz my job botched the paperwork that was supposed to be sent to the Lankenaeu Occupational Health people.

On the bright side, until I'm up to speed, I get a cushy desk job and get to make more art. Yay

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