“There are signs all over, you just have to know how to read them.” That was a line in a movie I saw once. I have no idea which movie it was, who was in it, or how long ago I saw it. Come to think of it, I don’t really know if it fits this entry. Let’s find out together, shall we?
If you’ve done any reading on this site in the last twenty-four hours, you know that I did a number on my ankle this weekend. Well an interesting thing happened on my way to get an x-ray. “Dude, it looks like your toes are turning purple.” That was the crack observation by the x-ray tech at the hospital. I bent over and took a look for myself. Sure enough, there were a few of the aforementioned angry bruises on my toes. Funny thing, those bruises, to a lay medical person they have surprisingly little in common with my ankle, when you consider the specifics of my injury. Let’s add two plus two and see what we get. I turn my ankle, in what had to be the most painful lower body experience since the time a medical professional tried to give me a shot of some kind of pain preventer between my toes (prior to a toenail extraction). Twenty-four hours later I get what looks like a purple stain along the bottom of my foot, only it won’t wash off in the shower. Then, forty-eight hours later the x-ray tech sees my toes turned partially purple. I turn my ankle and my toes get bruised? I’m sure it makes perfect sense to someone, but it’s just the kind of thing a would be hypochondriac would find maddening. Do you know anyone who would fit the bill?
Let’s Google “strange purple spots” and see what we get. I’ll bet that would be a lot of fun. Well, on second thought, it may be better to save that kind of entertainment for a weekend. I’d hate for the week to peak on a Monday.
I can’t wait to hear the results of the x-ray tomorrow. I plan to tell the staff at my doctor’s office the same thing tomorrow morning.