This is an update for those amongst my readers interested in some aspects of my life. I broke my toe, will now be walking on crutches for a while, and can expect to be fully healed in 4-6 weeks.
Friday, 25/04/08, ca. 20:45 GMT: When I threw my opponent in Ju-Jutsu class, his foot swept across the front of mine, taking the second-to-littlest toe of my left foot with it. There was a sudden pain, and it stood out at an angle of about 30 – 35Â° from it’s regular position, right across my little toe. A moment later I sat down on the mat, and while people were still milling about, figuring out what happened, I nudged my toe back into position. There was little resistance, no grinding or popping sensation, and at that time, also no pain.
The pain came a few minutes later, when the initial adrenaline rush wore off, and I had to lie down for the duration of a few heartbeats, to clear my dizziness. Shortly after that, my sensei arrived with a strip of plaster tape and with it stuck my damaged to the middle toe, holding it in place.
The lessons normally ended at 21:00, so by the time I’d manged to change back into street clothes they were over. My sensei dropped me off at home, since I would have had a hard time walking even those few hundred meters.
I decided that while I could drive with the foot, I’d wait until the morning to decide whether or not to go to hospital. Keep in mind that at this point all I knew was that my toe had been in an awkward position for a moment or two, I had no reason to believe it was broken.
However, I did consult Google and found this and other How-To guides on diagnosing broken toes. Since I could get some weight on the foot, I didn’t get any grinding sensations, there was little swelling around the toe, and I definitely had no raised temperature, I figured that too many of the characteristic symptoms were not met, hence my toe could not be broken after all.
Initially I had no trouble falling asleep when I went to bed a few hours later, but after about two hours of fitful sleep, I woke up to an intensely throbbing pain and decided to take a mild painkiller. That got me through the night.
Saturday, 26/04/08: My foot had swollen a little around the base of the toes, but overall the level of pain I was in had subsided. I considered that to be a good sign on the whole… on the other hand, while I could hobble a bit the night before, now lances of pain shot through my foot whenever I tried to put weight on it. I tried to call my doctor, only to find that they were closed on saturdays.
Now I had intended to go to London with my wife and a friend to see Opeth at the Brixton Academy. Since I had the tickets and our friend in London didn’t, I felt obliged to attend the concert1. That put me in a dilemma — should I drive to London or to the hospital?
Either way, driving was pretty ok, since the only times I have to use my left foot are when I change gear. Even then I can use my big toe to push down the pedal, not causing me undue pain. I grabbed some painkillers and headed for London and the concert.
There were a couple of benefits that made that decision more attractive:
- Once in London, I figured I would be sitting around for the most part anyway. The acadamy has seating available, and given my predicament, I was certain a seat could be freed for me.
- Our friends’ father was involved in a nasty accident a while ago, and still had his crutches, which he lent me for a while. That made moving around a lot easier. He also suggested that I had dislocated my toe, since a clean break affecting only the toe shouldn’t have caused my foot to swell so much — and he should know!
- It turned out to be very good. Opeth concerts tend to be. [↩]