This is a somewhat long post, so bear that in mind, and I'll be sure to put a cut or two in at some points.
Anyway, the story starts last Tuesday, that's the 9th, when I cracked my skull on the CD case. You can read the basics on that in this journal entry. I felt pretty miserable that day and the rest of the night, and felt pretty "off" for most of it, too. In retrospect, I should have gone to the doctor, at least, the hospital, at worst, as I have a mild concussion (but we'll get to that in a few minutes or so).
I woke up Wednesday morning, and felt fuzzy around the edges. I had planned to work that day from home anyway, so that was set, and things started off well. Around mid-afternoon, I finished up for the day, although my boss commented by phone that I was making errors that small typos that I'm not usually making.
...I stub my toe. Badly. Now, you have to understand that normally, I do not wear shoes in the house, as I feel more comfortable wearing my little crocs (lovely stuff for the feet those are), but like I said, I was feeling out of place. So I'm wearing a pair of LL Beans. Picture this: Take your right hand, and hold it palm side facing the other hand like a wall. Now, scrunch the fingers of the other hand close together, and move them with a bit of force into the wall hand. Now, picture my toes. Yep.
Suffice it to say, the nail on the toe next to the big toe of my left foot got pushed back into the bed, and the toe itself slightly cracked, and the two other toes next to it (thankfully not the pinkie!) got a bit bent out of shape as well. Usually when this happens to me, I don't bleed. But the thing with the nail bed is bad, and the toe bled like a vampire was sucking the blood out of it. Like I said, my brain was a bit bent out of shape from the day before, so I don't call anyone, I don't do anything, other than to grab some tissue and gauze, and sit on the couch with my foot up on the coffee table for three hours. 'Cause every time I lower my foot the bleeding intensifies. Eventually, the blood floe did stop. I put a bandaid on it with a piece of gauze underneath it, and just lay back and took it easy for the rest of the day.
My mother, bless her, came over that evening and took a look at me, and called me "the walking wounded". She would probably have taken me to the hospitals, but I literally have a phobia about the place and react very badly in them1, so that didn't happen. She noticed that I was in some pain in my abdominal area, and that I had very little appetite. I just attributed that to the shocks of the past couple of days (or at least, she says that I did).
I don't really recall all that much about Thursday, Friday, and most of Saturday. Other than the fact that I had high fever around 1020F and 1030F, had no desire for food at all (which is very odd with me, because I am usually very sick when I don't want food at all)2. However, I had a few memory loss problems as well, on top of some of the other stuff. I don't remember how, but some time around 2:30 pm Sunday afternoon, my mom convinced me to get in the car, and I ended up in the Ottawa General Hospital for the pains I was having in my abdominal area.
Didn't have to wait all that long at the hospital after going through the basic admittance process and everything, and waited only for about an hour or so. Took me into the examination rooms, and then after the intial diagnosis, put me in a small cubicle (there were three others in the same observation room) to keep an eye on me for a while. They moved me to a decent small room which I shared with one other patient, and ran a few tests on me, but there was too much gas in my bowels and abdomen for the CT to show anything conclusive, although the CT of my head was inconclusive, which the neuro resident said the doctor felt indicated a mild concussion. (Told you I'd get back to that!) He said that the symptoms I was showing were pretty evident of that. Eventually, with a whole batch of other tests and bloodwork, the gastro folks decided that the final diagnosis of the bowel problem was either a blockage in my lower bowel, possibly due to lack of eating for several days or not enough liquid, or that it could be something to do with one of the glorious medications that I take for the diabetes (which have all kinds of side effects on their own). The resident told me that the doctor suggested a colonoscopy in the next few weeks (definitely into the New Year) to check that it wasn't my bowels and colon cancer or colitis or some such, and they would book that for me in the next week or so. No one looked at my foot until I was waiting for the final x-ray results in the waiting room (which by that time had gotten full), and it was the gastro-enterology resident who did! She told me to go see a doctor. Got home from the hospital at around 10:45 pm, and went to bed. Mom told me that she had a bit of food with me (Jewish penicillin, of course!), and then went home to talk to my sister, the pediatrician.
I woke up Monday feeling somewhat better, and then realised how bad it was. I got out of bed to go make breakfast, and suddenly realized that my left foot was hurting me terribly! I took off the sock, saw the bandaid, and couldn't figure out what I had done with my foot. Mom says that I was crying on the phone when I called her. She told me what had happened, and I realized it was a symptom of the concussion again. I took it relatively easy for all of the day, and had a full three meals with my regular meds.
In the meantime, today is Tuesday. Today, I went and saw the family doc, as I found out that mother had taken a copy of the report from the hospital to him on Monday, and he wanted to see me and look at my toe. Mom drove me over to see him at the office for noon. He expressed his own concerns about what happened to me last week, and confirmed that the toe was badly wounded and that he thinks I will lose the nail there; whether it will grow back is another matter. We stopped on the way back and she picked me up a pair of aluminium crutches so I can walk around on them. She took me back to the house, and after a bit of lunch (even though I'm still not hungry), I sit here typing and so forth.
I still don't feel "right", and my attention keeps wandering a bit, so it's taken me a bit more time than I would like to post this. There are a few other things I want to do today, but in the meantime I continue to have the abdominal pain.
Trying to stay off my foot as much as possible, but the crutches should help a lot in this regard. And tomorrow is the appointment at the Diabetes Clinic.
More from me as I feel up to it.
1This has to do with the fact that I was very sick with pneumonia once upon a time for three weeks in a hospital and had a very high, delirious fever, had my tonsils out when I was 35 (oh, the pain!..,but there was a very *hot* nurse that took care of me, and fed my ice cream with a spoon!), and a few other experiences in hospitals. I may have to blog about my feelings for hospitals at some point...
2The smell of it actually turned me off as I recall.