On Wednesday I was staying in a handicapped accessible hotel room and when my dinner delivery order came the delivery man pressed the doorbell which caused a loud buzzing noise (I'm not sure why that is a handicapped accessible feature-it seems like blinking lights would be better than a notification device that makes noise like a knock...but i digress). Anyway, hearing this loud buzzing noise caused me to feel an (irrational) sense of urgency and I ran to the door. Mid-way there I stubbed my right little toe on the bedstand. HARD. I paid for my food while thinking, "OMG I JUST BROKE MY TOE." Once I was alone I sat down on the floor. I was afraid to take off my sock. What would my toe look like? Would it be at a crazy angle? Would it be swollen? I took off my sock. BLOOD! I was not expecting blood AT ALL. I had a pretty deep gash along the right side of my toe down to my nail. There was a flap of skin hanging off. And my toe hurt.
So I texted my parents, who are retired healthcare providers, a picture of my toe and called them to ask if I needed stitches. They responded that my toe definitely did not look good but it was hard to tell over the phone. My mom recommended that I go to the ER. [I later learned my parents, who now live in VA, were with a group of people who had come from a wine tasting and all of their friends wanted to see my toe so they passed the bloody picture around the dinner table.] So after my mom confirmed my suspicion that I should get my toe looked at I started crying and agreed to go. I've broken my toes before and a broken toe is typically NOT a big deal in a healthy person-unless you are a runner. I was sad.
Fortunately I was staying in NJ in my HOMETOWN in the 'burbs. Talk about fortuitous. Sometimes I stay in busy cities and sometimes I am in remote areas. I was so fortunate to have close access to good medical care and that my mom could recommend a hospital. So off I went.
Long story short: After convincing the ER staff that even though I hadn't gotten my period in six weeks I was NOT pregnant (that's normal for me when I run a lot) they got me an x-ray. The result-my toe was NOT broken. THEN, the Physician Assistant who was taking care of me decided the cut was superficial enough that I didn't need stitches and he could GLUE the skin together as a biological barrier while the skin underneath healed. And I could run. I got glued, got a tetanus shot, and was good to go shortly after arriving. As I signed my discharge paperwork I was giddy. They said I was the happiest patient ever in the ER and I told them that the health outcome was so much better than I had anticipated and I was thrilled.
I took one day off of running to not torture my poor bruised toe and delicate skin. Then I started running again. Today I ran a 1:09:56 10 mile PR on a wicked hilly course. My previous times on this course are below:
I feel so lucky. I have been wearing slippers and trying to practice safe preventative foot care (the hospital gave me a handout...)