The very same day I posted about finally dropping two lbs., I kicked the end of my bed, taking out three toes. Here it is 11 days later and it's still sore, so I finally went for an x-ray this morning and it's official: it's busted. I'm trying to look on the bright side, that it's JUST the toe and not my foot (my worry, because of the swelling still going on) AND that the x-ray technician actually told me (normally it's like a major secret that only my doctor can convey, but mine's outta town for the week) and she asked the radiologist if they should boot me or not--apparently if I'd hit the clinic when it happened, not like 2 weeks later
they could've, but now all I can do is take Advil and tape the toes together. I'm also not allowed to treadmill or Zumba, so I'm paranoid about my eating. I went swimming last night and will again tomorrow night, but it just doesn't feel like the same workout, you know?
I feel like such a dumbass.