It’s BIG, it’s BLACK, and it’s HURTS!!!

Well it’s official…at the age of 39, I finally broken a bone, it’s been confirmed that my right big Flintstone toe is broken. (Well I might of broken my nose when the calf ran over me several years ago (that’s another story), however didn’t see the Dr, so didn’t get that confirmed.)

So let me tell you about this first official broken bone. Normally I travel west to see my man however this weekend it was opening season of muzzleloader, so with that I decided to hang at my house. It was a Friday night and what to do, so I called a co-workers that’s been trying to get me to come out and play, so what the heck, what is there to lose…

So I meet two of the co-workers at Chili’s for some drinks and chow. After a little mistaken identity of a HyPo (Highway Patrol) and a good laugh, one of the co-workers decided we should move the party to bowling. Now I’m feeling my age and thinking I should really go home, but what the heck, what is there to lose…so off to Hoops for some amusing game of bowling…another co-worker joined us at Hoops and few drinks later off to lane 25.

Now I usually don’t bowl, but when I do occasionally I use a 10lb bowling ball, but for some reason I forgotten about that and picked up a 13lb bowling ball. So in the middle of my game, losing by a hair, while two co-workers are re-setting my pins, I decided to let the third co-worker feel how heavy this 13lb bowling ball is, well lets say it was a bad hand off and next thing I know I feel a thump on my right big toe. That came with a little yell and a few chosen words, but that didn’t stop me from finishing my game (of course with a limp and no shoe on the right foot). Oh, if you are wondering yes I did come in last…oh well…home I go…

So as I nestle into my bed, I called the co-worker (Sarah), to tell her about the progress of my big toe…

…ring, ring… “Hello”
“It’s BIG, it’s BLACK, and it’s HURTS!!!”
“What did you do?”
“Oops, this must not be Sarah?”
“No it’s Sharla, what did you do?”

Oops, called the wrong girlfriend, oh well, after a few good laughs and explaining what happen, I prompt my foot up and thru some ice on it and fell asleep. The next morning explaining the situation again to BW, the MD that he is, explained what needed to be done. I just needed to drill a hole in my toe nail to relieve the pressure. “So go get your electric drill and get to work”…right!!! There is no way in heck that I’m drilling my toe nail, not happening…so with some persuading from BW, I called Sarah to take me to the Doctor. Dr Marine (big guy that was a Submarine Dr) drilled into my nail with a needle. Twice the Dr explained how to drill my toe with an electric drill but more in detail then BW. Seriously…there is no way this chick is drilling her toe nail.

So after my trip to Lysite Wyoming and a little blood draining of the toe, all is good…NOT!

My Flintstone toe turned GREEN, yes GREEN…oh my…after another discussion with BW, he explained that the toe nail would need to be removed (I hope he is wrong). So I took a trip back to see Dr Marine which sent me to Dr Foot. Dr Foot confirmed that the toe was broken with an x-ray and explained that the toe nail is coming off (darn it…BW called it). So with a little numbness of the toe, Dr Foot removed the big toe nail, so all in all there WAS something to LOSE from that Friday night of what to do.

So a BIG Thank You goes out to Sarah for taking me to the Doctor (twice).

Lessons learn
Put the bowling ball down when handing off to the other player.