Done gone broke it!

Whee! I broke it. Smooshed.

My toe that is. The middle bone is well shattered. Fortunately the pieces haven't separated, so it'll heal without surgery.

At least it means I'm not a total girl for breaking into tears round 2 or 3pm the last two nights when the exhaustion and pain got too much for me. Seeing as it's been too sore to sleep with that is.

I now have a bit of tape, some anti-inflammatories and some painkillers that will hopefully have more effect than the two generic Myproldol clones I took last night. I mean 20mg of codiene didn't even really dent the pain.

Oh well, at least I now know what's wrong. This is my first broken bone at the illustrious age of 27. And not exactly a glorious one to break either.

How I broke it is an equally inglorious tale. There's this game we play sometimes when warming up for judo, which I have always loathed. It's called Belt Soccer, and is played in our judo wear (barefooted), with chairs at each end of the mat for goal posts and a large square chunk of foam for a ball. It's called belt soccer since you're allowed to take your gi belt, fold it over a few times and use it as a floppy club to hit the ball with.

The reason I've always loathed Belt soccer is since I've always reckoned it's a barrel of injuries waiting to happen. I think this is karma, I'm being punished for enjoying being right so much.

So there I was foolishly almost starting to enjoy myself, I kicked for the 'ball' that was infront of me and... Someone proceeded to put their foot down on the lump of foam, and my toe connected at full swing with the boney back of their ankle.

Whoever it was must have had ankles of steel, since I was the only one jumping up and down wincing in agony.

So that's me out of doing much in the way of training for the next month. Bloody typical.