
stumbled down the last two steps of a small set of stairs early yesterday morning and bashed the little toe (which look very crumpled/dislocated...and i popped it back into place figuring no harm done right?)

i had plenty of people telling me to go have it checked, so off i went for an x-ray and checkup at a lab, when the doc tells me she's worried about a teeny little hairline crack that showed up. so she sends me off to the national orthopedic hospital (15 minutes away by car)...and the sprout gets his first encounter of being in a government-run hospital: Php20 consultation fee, Php105 x-ray fee, a waiting room full of people coming in from different parts of the city with serious injuries ranging from the kids who get hit by cars, fall out of trees, play superman (jump off a roof) spiderman (hang onto a washling line) or adults with work-related injuries. the occasional cat that would walk through (personally i think they're a nice touch since they're calm and not feral).
kids were wailing in pain, someone was being drilled into (no curtains in the cramped ER) so they could put in pins,
compared to them, i was just a fluff case.

had to buy my own supplies and wait for some guys to do a "slipper mold" for me at this room. nope no casting couch here (bah dum dum!)


the "slipper" looks more like an unfashionable open-toed boot. am currently hobbling around with an aluminum cane after taping on one of those cheapy giveaway hotel slippers so i don't dirty up the elastic bandages. definitely have to improve my improvised footwear.
one. effing. month (?!!!) and i can take this off. meanwhile the leg (yes, the leg) has to be elevated as much as possible.
all for a little fracture on a little toe.
doesn't help that it's a bloody hot summer. haaaayyyyy.