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Monday 19 Feb 2018

Broken Feet
Matt Seinberg

This past Thursday, my wife, Marcy, fell in the bathroom. She fell at 6 am as I slept. Naturally, I didn't hear her.


Hurry up and wait.

My older daughter Michelle did hear Marcy fall, but didn't know what was going on until later that morning. When I got up, at 7 am, Marcy told me what happened. I told her she needed to go to the hospital emergency room and not an urgent care office.

 

I had to go to work. Marcy texted me later, telling me her parents took her to the hospital emergency, ER. They were waiting, waiting and waiting.

Finally, she had X-rays taken, which showed she had broken the metatarsal bone of her right foot. It was purple, swollen and otherwise nasty looking. At the ER, they applied two wrappings and gave her a walking shoe; she says it still hurts like heck to walk. The most she'll do for medication is Tylenol, which isn't much help.

My wife has a history of hurting her feet, going back to our honeymoon. We went to the Sandals Negril resort and as soon as we got into the room, she clipped her right little toe on the base of the bed. She yelled bloody murder and we had to call for the resort nurse to come and check her out.

It turned out Marcy also dislocated the toe, on her right foot. The resort nurse put it back and taped it to the neighbouring toe. This is how Marcy walked for the entire week we were at Sandals Negril. It was quite embarrassing to tell all our new friends what happened.


Everyone has a soft spot; the liver, the intestine, the foot.

This past summer, Marcy dropped something on her left foot, bruising two toes and the top of her foot. She didn't go to the physician; her foot swelled and stayed that way for a couple of weeks. I told her to keep icing it, but, of course, she didn't listen to me. She only used an ice pack when I reminded her and, then, only if I got it for her.

With this latest injury, Marcy is going to be off work for at least four-to-six weeks. Although this will certainly affect our sanity, it will also affect her income. I hope her short-term disability payments will kick in after being out for two weeks. I don't remember if I put any accidental insurance policies on her benefits; that's something I'll have to check.

Over the years, I've had foot problems, too, but nothing as severe as what Marcy suffers. Throughout my sales career, I've always been on my feet a lot, thus I suffered from multiple ingrown toenails, which I always had taken care of by a podiatrist. I also have tendonitis in both feet and had shots, at various times, which took care of that. Luckily, I haven't had to have any in at least a year.

I'm taking Marcy to the podiatry office, where I go to, on Monday night, as the ER said a specialist should check her out. They'll probably change the wrapping and take more X-rays. Other than that, I can't imagine what else they can do.


Everyone must pitch in, for now.

The next few weeks are not going to be any fun at all, for any of us. I already told the kids that they're going to have to help more around the house more, as their mother can't do much of anything.

Please keep us in your thoughts. Pray we make it through these weeks unscathed.

 

Matt Seinberg lives on Long Island, a few minutes east of New York City. He looks at everything around him and notices much. Somewhat less cynical than dyed in the wool New Yorkers, Seinberg believes those who don't see what he does like reading about what he sees and what it means to him. Seinberg columns revel in the silly little things of life and laughter as well as much well-directed anger at inept, foolish public officials. Mostly, Seinberg writes for those who laugh easily at their own foibles as well as those of others.

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