I start out by telling you what B.Y.O.M. stands for. It’s “Bring Your Own Meat”. We decided to have a Bring Your Own Meat BBQ. I provided the sides and drinks and everyone else brought what kind of meat they wanted to grill up. It was fun. Well until someone got hurt. That someone being me.
I was sitting at one of the corners of the patio table and my husband came to sit down next to me. As he is sitting, he lifted the chair up to move it forward. Do you see where I am going with this yet? Next thing you know, I am feeling the most intense pain in my entire life. Worse than when I dislocated my knee. When my husband sat down, he set the leg of the chair on my foot and all 265lbs of him crushed my foot.
I screamed so loud that I stopped all 11 kids dead in their tracks. I didn’t know whether to cry, laugh (since everyone was looking at me) or start shouting obscenities. So instead, I did a mix of everything. My eyes welled up with tears, but then I started laughing as my friend tried shoving a straw in my mouth, encouraging me to drink more alcohol to numb the pain.
I decided to go to Urgent Care this afternoon after talking to my doctor, who told me to go there since they are not able to set bones or really do much of anything if something is broken. So I went. The x-rays didn’t show much of anything, so the doctor is calling my injury a “sever crush injury”…basically saying that all the tissues in that particular toe are crushed and good be damaged.
There goes golf for the rest of the summer.
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