I dislocated my toe

Fookin' great. It's where the mouse is hovering in the photo by the way.

I've a battle this Thursday and I'm going on holiday at the weekend. And my second toe is in a splint. If that's what you call what they've done, anyway.

4 hours waiting in Accident and Emergency. It wasn't an emergency as much as it was an accident, but that's still too long to be waiting.

I had to have my foot looked at, X-rayed, relocated (ouch, although while high on laughing gas), X-rayed again then have my toe tied to another toe. "Oh, and keep it dry." Yes, Doc.

So have you ever tried lowering yourself into a hot bath with one leg? Being a man. With nuts? Shampoos and bubble baths were getting knocked down all over the bathroom by my useless excuse for a leg. Then when I needed to get out my towel was too far from the bath, meaning I had to somehow bend my corpse enough to reach. I could only spend 10 minutes in there before it all became too much. You can't even wash your hair [comfortably] like that!

Yesterday I thought forget the bath, if I tie a bag around my foot I can keep it dry and have a shower. So I did.


Forgetting that water and plastic bags don't provide good traction I nearly slipped in the shower cubicle. That would have been the end of me.

Do you know how hard it is watching every dance real good and catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror reflection looking a little bit rubbish? Or turning up to training and having to watch for two hours?
To get over my uselessness I've done a few press ups instead, but still. Being out of action suuuucks!


Now, after several days I can walk on it a bit better.
My concern is that the battle looks tight. And that I can dance well enough on my foot. Or fuck the world, because I don't want this splint on over my holiday. Grr.