Annie,
I sympathise totally, being a veteran of 5 broken toes.
Yes, that was 5, and all on separate occasions - I am that accident prone sadly. ;p
Those are just part of my total of broken bones and dislocations believe it or not. Score me at 10 broken bones and 2 dislocations so far !
I have the fairly unique distinction of having the aftermath of my first broken big toe being memorialised on a film. I was doing some summer-before-college building work, and was laying some paving stones on the South Bank in front of the National Theatre. It was a boiling hot day and I'd taken off my boots to put on trainers. Well, just a few yards away a TV film crew were interviewing Ron Moody who was playing Fagin again in a production of Oliver at the NT. He's in full Fagin get up, and dancing about to 'Got To Pick A Pocket Or Two...'
Like a fool, I'm eyeballing this out of the corner of my eye and not noticing the 2ft by 4ft paving stone thats slipped and is heading rapidly for my foot .
Somewhere there is a rather unique piece of film of Ron Moody singing, that goes "Yooooouuu've got to pick a pocket or two boy, yoooooouuu've got to... AAARRGGHH MY F***ING FOOT !!... "
On another occasion, I went to casualty at my local Hospital. The weekend prior I'd had a fall while playing footie with my nephews - I'd try to do a fancy round my left leg kick with my right foot, but rather than looking like George best, I came off more like George Formby...Wallop, flat on my face like a sack of poo, managing to fall heavily on my left hand, bruising the thing very nicely, and my chest too.
Anyway, by the following Thursday, I was getting pain every time I breathed in - not right I thought sagely.
As I couldn't sleep anyway, I got myself down to casualty - doc sends me off to x-ray. I wander back expecting the doc to tell me it's just a very bad bruise - I wished !
He comes back and says "Well Mr Joseph, you've got one nice clean broken rib, another badly fractured, oh and a pneumothorax.."
"What's one of those then ?" I ask. "Oh, thats a punctured lung. "
Cue my bum flapping big time.... Obviously seeing the fright in my face, he then says " Oh Dont worry, it's not too bad, if it was any worse you and I would already be on our way to the operating theatre... " How reassuring !
Anyway, the damage was high on my chest so nothing could be done expect for pain killers and a sling to support my shoulder. Enter a nurse who proceeds to look at my folder, which is about the size of the King James Bible. She does her best to make me feel better by deftly manipulating me into the sling, while soothing my concern by saying...
"Clumsy big bugger aint ya ??" People are just soooo sympathetic !
Thing is she was right, I thought this was just what happens to people, but havng asked other people, it seems it aint !!
Dont worry though Annie, the toes usually only take 2 weeks or so to heal, so it shouldn't be a problem for you when you get to Disneyville
Have a great time.
I'm always banging the dumb thing on furniture, it's a blinking wonder it's still there.
