Jill Will Run

This is not what I planned… in so many ways!

I’m feeling like I’m past the worst of my bronchitis and was really looking forward to getting out running again.  I had come up with a plan to start working on my New Year’s resolution of having more fun with workouts and was going to share that on here today.  But alas… instead I am sharing this with you.

Today I finished my work and drove across town for my weekly ED support group. Traffic moved really well and I had extra time, so I thought I’d stop for a frozen yogurt.  I figured I’d spend a half hour there enjoying a fro-yo while reading my Kindle.  I opened the door to the yogurt shop and somehow swung it right into my toe.  I didn’t feel immediate pain, but I felt something was wrong. I stepped through the door, eased my foot out of my shoe and saw my toenail standing up at a 90 degree angle from my toe.

I sunk down at a table, grabbed a bunch of napkins and did the only thing I could think of… I pushed the nail back down and wrapped a lot of napkins around the toe to hold off the bleeding. (Too much blood… ick!)  Then I put more napkins in the toe of the shoe and eased my foot back in. After I pushed the nail back down I suddenly felt like I was going to hurl and then I felt like I was about to pass out, so I sat in the chair for a while waiting for that feeling to pass.  I went back out to my car where I promptly burst into tears.  I called my husband, I wasn’t quite sure what else I should do.  Finally I decided I would just go to my group, since I had missed the last meeting due to the bronchitis.  I would call him when I was leaving, so he could leave work at the same time.

I got some pain pills at group, kept my foot elevated for the hour.  All the napkins I had wrapped around and jammed in my shoe were providing pretty good compression.  Then I came home, took #JadeTheBoxer out to go to the bathroom and gave her dinner.  Then I went upstairs to the bathroom to inspect the damage.

I had taken all of the faux-bandaging off and washed all the blood off when my husband got home from work & the drugstore.    He had bought some Epsom salts and hydrogen peroxide and gauze… and a York peppermint patty (one of my favorite candies!)  I soaked my foot in the Epsom salts, doused it in hydrogen peroxide and wrapped it all up.

The toenail is still laying on top of the nail bed, where I pushed it back into place.  I’m sure it will fall all the way off, but I couldn’t bring myself to try folding it back up and trimming it off.

The whole thing makes me sad because I don’t think I can run tomorrow, angry because I feel like the universe is keeping me down and embarrassed because who hurts themselves just opening a damn door?!