The title really tells the tale. I went to the ER, and because I'm a frequent flyer, they called me in right away. I confirmed that it wasn't my heart or my lungs this time, and they relaxed. My oxygen saturation rate sucks, but it always sucks and wasn't too bad for me.
Then I showed the triage nurse my foot. She panics. My foot is black with bruising and has a visible dent on the top of my foot. Off to X-ray instantly - they don't want me to wait. I know that there is a little six year old girl with a bad cut waiting to be seen, and I ask them to please take the baby first. (they did, thank goodness)
Before the X-ray was even done, the doc was in there to get me. We looked at the X-ray together, and it was obvious the bone is dented, but it's not broken. At the worst, it's a greenstick fracture, which doesn't need to be set. They offered me an inflatable cast or I could go home and ice my foot.
Bob bought me a couple of bags of frozen peas _and_ carrots on the way home. (Only the best for his girl!) No shoes for me for at least three days, either. I guess my plans for the tap dance recital are off - hah!
One wicked cool thing: I have two extra bones in my foot! I'm psyched - my feet are even cooler than I thought. Probably explains why my feet are so incredibly wide.
So me and my chimp feet are on chair rest for the evening. I didn't bother getting anything for the pain, because then I'd have to wait for the real ER - not the "fast track treatment room" where I was seen. The hospital is completely full, and they were diverting ambulances - I have no desire to spend the whole night in the waiting room, especially when there were some very sick people waiting to be seen.
Kathy N-V