I don’t know how many of you are familiar with industrial convection ovens and the weight of the baking sheets, but I dropped six of them onto my foot at work the other day and I sincerely thought I broke it.
That damage was through the shoe and about fifteen minutes later. It was throbbing like it was broken, I couldn’t move my big toe and the pain never really went away even as much as I tried to baby it. So off to the ER I went with my workers comp claim in hand.
It wasn’t broken, just a bad sprain/bruise bit OMG DOES IT HURT. Still! I hate the fact that my PTSD gets in the way of judging physical pain just as much as it does emotional pain. I have no internal gage for discomfort of any kind. I was in pain, which wasn’t AWFUL by any means, but it was enough to make me think twice before just powering on through it and heading home like I do with 90% of any other injuries. Of course I felt that it was necessary to go get it checked out, but to everyone else it appeared that I was over reacting.
The doctor didn’t even understand why I was there when I didn’t ask for pain medication or a note to take days off from work but I also couldn’t just waltz into the place and demand an x-ray. I guess I could have just come in and asked for an x-ray, but most medical professionals look down upon us plebs with no medical training and wouldn’t have listened to me anyway. I didn’t really need to go to the ER per say, but it was the closest provider listed through our workers comp insurance so… I didn’t have much choice.
The entire thing just put a bad taste in my mouth. I missed out on half a day of work just to be cautious and make sure I wasn’t causing any more damage to my foot that I already inadvertently had by accidentally dropping the trays in the first place. Everyone thought I was just over reacting by wanting to get to the doctor for x-rays, and to make things even worse my boss had to come in and cover my shift since I’m currently the only bulk produce prep person in the entire restaurant. I couldn’t win for losing.
In other (better) news, the kids all had a great time Trick or Treating. Little actually had the opportunity to go up on some porch steps by herself while Hubs and I waited in the street, the Twins rode around happily in their wagon gleefully yelling “CANDY!” at every stop, and since we don’t normally have sweets in the house Little was content to fill one small bag and be done. lol. We were only out for about half an hour, got everyone home and in bed before 10pm. HALLOWEEN WIN right there!