Thursday 3:30 pm I have a busy, busy night, but right now I need to go pick up my tanks for Friday's class (Instructor Training Course) and also pick up some dinner for the family. My hp PST 120s have been down at the LDS since last Thursday, so I don't even call ahead, I just KNOW that they are ready.
Thursday 3:45 arrive at the LDS and the man in charge (not the manager) is busy with customers. Sounds like a big sale, so I go looking for my tanks... I finally find them fully vented by the Oxygen tank. Find out that their Oxygen has been out from a new helper. THe MIC (man in charge) finally breaks away and says hi. Realises what a pickle I am in, and we decide to fill the tanks with hyper filtered air.
Thursday 5:00 We are finally DONE... I try to have my card checked off for the air fills, and the MIC waves me off and I decline help to get the tanks out(they are always nice there). I have LESS than 30 minutes to grab dinner, get home feed everbody and then take off with daughter in tow for HER meeting. I carry both tanks to the truck put them down and lower the gate. I pick up the first tank with only one hand (as I have done so many times before) and place it on the gate. I miss the gate. The tank however, is a better aim and hits the right pinky toe. My initial thoughts as tank was descending was to keep tank upright and not let it hit the valve. I was stunned for a while in the parking lot as the swelling filled my shoe. I hobbled back to the store for help, and got all that I needed. I drove myself to the ER and hobble in. Nurse makes crack when I say that I can't walk any more... points out that it is a walk in clinic and I will have to go find a wheelchair friendly one instead.
Doctor is cool, nurse is cool, X-Ray technician has obvious connections with the Taliban. She requires that I push my foot completely flat on the plate. Her english is broken (no, I am NOT sure of the nationality) and she is oblivious to my pain. She even pushes down on my foot to show me how she wants it done. I scream in pain, and obviously finally say something in her language (or they speak french there) as she finally tries to stop hurting me. Called IDC instructor to let them know what just happened, and he offers to let me just do the class portion... sure, I am going to drive three hours with my foot in the air.
Two fractures on the pinky toe, with obvious soft tissue damage as well. MRI happened Friday @ noon. Bone doctor "sets" the tip of my pinky toe (which was pointed in another direction). I have another appointment on Monday after he gets the results of the MRI. Comments on how lucky I am that my toenail is OK. Did I miss something here? Not sure that I feel all that lucky.
Saturday... off of pain meds for the time being. Swelling is way down, but there is still some throbbing. Wondering if I can do my triathlon next week or should I hold off... :tease: