Well, this is a new one...
You know how I frequently feel broken bones that aren't really broken? If you've been following me for a while, you might remember one of the times when I assumed a toe was Fibro-broken only to discover when I took my shoes off that it was actually broken.
So here's the new adventure. Buddy landed on my toe pretty hard yesterday, whatever, he does it all the time. It hurt for a couple of minutes, whatever, it does that all the time. This morning, getting out of bed, I happened to look at my foot, and see my clearly broken toe -- multiple shades of purple and indigo, and the top 2/3rds of it sideways, about 80 degrees off. Broken. No doubt about it.
But according to Fibro, it's not broken. Even when I turned it back to face the correct direction. Nothing. No pain. It just feels like a toe. Even if putting weight on my foot doesn't hurt, changing my toe's direction should have. Seriously, nothing. Putting on a sock, then a shoe -- nada. I'm tempted to try tap dancing. I think I will let that temptation pass.
The lesson learned? Sometime Fibro is my best friend!
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