And they were.
I went in to bed at the respectable hour of 10 pm. I walked over to my side of the bed, in the dark. We have wooden drawers under our bed that are normally closed. Sometimes the cats open them, rearrange the contents within, and take a nap. It was dark, so I didn't see the open drawer until the fourth and fifth (pinky) toes of my right foot connected with it.
I cussed and shouted a bit, but the cats were nowhere to be seen. My toes hurt, but I went to sleep. When I woke up the toes were swollen and purple, and hurt even more. I had to go to work, so I did.
Over the course of the day the toes kept hurting, so I let the class go early at 1 pm and went to the urgent care for my medical group. I probably should have called in sick, but I have never missed a clinical day in ten years of teaching, and am actually not sure how to call in sick. In any case, I logged more than 10,000 steps on that gimpy foot.
I spent 4 hours at the urgent care, mostly waiting. Fortunately I had my phone and a spare battery, so I could keep myself entertained. I was seen by a great nurse practitioner who did all the right things. I read a story about a woman who went ballistic after spending an hour and a half in an urgent care. I am a patient patient.
The NP sent me for an x-ray. The tech was diligent in isolating the one toe and took three different views. Turns out she is a rad tech student, about 8 months from graduation. I told her she was a pro, and she beamed. I knew the toe was broken when her preceptor said, "oh, look at that". I love radiological techs.
I waited some more and the medical assistant buddy taped it to another toe, and gave me a special shoe. I have to see a podiatrist, because it is somewhat of a nasty break. It works out, because I can see them for the plantar fasciitis in the same foot. This is not my lucky foot. But I have known that for years.
Anyway, it feels ok now. Kind of odd to think that a toe took up most of my day.
I'm on to the cats game now.