Saturday, June 18, 2005
Sunny and cool
Some damn fool rolled over my foot with a suitcase at the train station yesterday and broke one of my toes. A group of us stood at the train door, waiting for it to open. He was hauling a heavy suitcase, talking on his cell phone. He cut in front of me, literally shoving me into the people behind me, rolled over my foot, and then screamed at me for being in his way.
I had him removed from the train.
He’s not that damn important.
I told the conductor the choices were to remove him from the train, or I’d call 911 and we could all sit here while I filled out an assault complaint (assault with a deadly suitcase?)
There were five 20-something guys on the train. At first, I assumed they’d be typical frat boy asses, but they actually turned out to be very nice and helpful. They had me sit with them; one of them had a soda with ice in it; one had a plastic bag. So we created an impromptu ice pack. The guys go to school in Bridgeport and are big Sound Tigers fans, so we had some common ground – hockey. Good to have something to talk about when you’ve got your foot in the lap of some guy you just met. They were on their way to the Yankees game. They were very nice – asked if I wanted them to take me to the hospital. I said no – they’d just tape up my toe and charge me a lot, and I can do that myself without the high cost. Then they asked if I wanted to go to the game with them – they figured if I drank enough beer, my foot would stop hurting. Reluctantly, I turned them down. Anyway, they were very nice and they had opinions and ideas about the world and intelligence, so it was a fairly pleasant ride.
If they haven’t lost my card and do find their way to this site, thanks very much. I appreciate your help.
I got some first aid tape, iced the toe, taped it, took some ibuprofen, and did the show. What else could I do?
Limped into the walk-in clinic this morning and they confirmed it – broken toe (middle toe on right foot), I taped it well, but it’s a little crooked, and there goes my career as a foot model (yes, that is a joke).
I’m going to stick to ibuprofen for a few days. I was offered Tylenol with codeine, but I get a bad reaction to codeine, so I’ll just take some ibuprofen and hope my liver holds up.
I also had to modify my yoga a bit.
And no cute shoes for me the next few weeks. Darn! I tried the shoes that go with this dress – no way. So I’ll look like a typical New York working woman – well-dressed with sneakers.
It hurts, it’s all kinds of shades of purple, but the swelling is down and it’s not as bad as it could be.
But I’m not getting much writing done.
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