The tale of the broken toe

I have a story to tell you. It’s late in coming, but too good not to share. Well, good for a laugh anyway, probably not REALLY good. I’ll let you be the judge.
I’m taking you back to Christmas Eve of last year, 2019. Our family has dubbed this “the Christmas that shall not be named”. Our entire family was sick with an awful stomach bug. Thankfully (for me anyway) it was slowly making the rounds so no more than two people were down at a time. Made mom duty a bit easier to deal with. By Christmas Eve we had been over 24 hours with no puking, and I had my fingers crossed that we’d all be relatively healthy for Christmas Day.
Sadly, this was not to be. As we were eating our Christmas Eve dinner, our youngest looked around the table at us from her high chair and promptly threw up all that she had eaten. Merry Christmas to me.
After this sad twist of fate, our Christmas game plan was changed yet again. Our home was on lockdown from any well wishing Christmas guests. I made up a bed in the front room for the baby and I, as I had no desire to wake up to her puking in my own bed. Our little bed was quite cozy, as it was in front of the Christmas tree and the fireplace, and included a puke bowl and our new addition, Dusty. Dusty was a 7 month old puppy that we had adopted earlier in the month from our local animal shelter.

Dusty, with two of our children that were no longer puking.

As we settled in for a long winters nap, the baby started coughing. Coughing usually leads to puking, so I shot up and grabbed the bowl. Mom intuition for the win, as she started throwing up into the bowl.
Now, picture this: tired mom and babe, sitting up in bed as babe continues to throw up. She is young enough not to quite understand what is happening to her body and so she resists the bowl in front of her. I anticipated this. I have 4 kids, this is not my first rodeo. I had a good solid grip on both child and bowl. What I did not anticipate was that our puppy Dusty would want in on the fun. She jumped into our bed making for the puke bowl like it was full of doggy treats. “No!” I scream as I try to push her away with my elbow. (Both hands are currently occupied) Dusty, however would not give up so easily. She runs for the bowl a second time. Thankfully there was a lull in the puking by this time, so I quickly free a hand and push her off the bed and away from the bowl. As I lunge forward, my foot gets caught in my blanket and pulls my toe back towards the top of my foot.

it hurt. A lot. Not like crying hurt, but still. I didn’t think much of it. I hopped around for a bit until the initial shock wore off. I cleared out the bucket and we went to bed. Next morning my toe was very bruised and swollen. A couple days after I went in for an X-ray and found out it was indeed broken.

The months to come would include 2 surgeries, a plate and 4 screws (placed and then removed) as well as a ruptured tendon that required repairing. Collectively I’ve been non-weight bearing/ bedrest for a total of 12 weeks. Truly, it’s been the Christmas gift that’s kept on giving. My family has been very supportive and helpful. My kids only step on my feet a couple times a day, so all is going well!
Moral of the story: let the dog lick the puke bowl. It’s not worth it.

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