Marti was walking barefoot in the living room and caught her left pinkie toe on the ottoman and SNAP! She let out a yell and started hopping around on her other foot, then had to sit down. Her toe was pointing in the wrong direction.
So, instead of a shopping trip or a visit to the pool, Marti, Heather and I loaded up in the car and headed to the local Urgent Care Clinic. The only urgent thing that happened was how urgently they collected our medical insurance information. Then we sat for a total of over three hours in a nearly empty clinic and waited for a doctor. He finally came in and looked at the toe for all of a minute and sent Marti for an x ray. After that, we sat and sat and sat until he came back and said that her toe was broken and all that could be done was to tape it to the next toe and keep it elevated. He gave a prescription for some pain meds and that was it.
Much to Marti's chagrin, the shopping trip to the mall was cancelled.
So much for most of Saturday. At least Brian and the boys went to the pool in our absence. So Marti is confined to the couch, with her taped toe elevated and...what else? Playing Nintendo Wii with Andrew and Owie.
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