My sweetie has been complaining about his foot for a few days, but it has not slowed him down. Today he painted all the ceilings in the basement of Drama Queen's new house. But when he came home tonight we noticed all the bruising around his toes. I convinced him it would be a good idea to go see a doctor.
The things my sweetie will do for a free sucker...
So after we dropped Sport off for the Riverton parade, we ran down to the Urgent Care. We were not really surprised when they told us he had a broken bone, but it turns out that he broke it a couple of weeks ago, probably at Lagoon. And rather than the break being down by the toes like we expected, it was actually halfway up the front of his foot.
It's a fashion statement.
They put him in a shoe with a flat sole for a couple of weeks. After that they will evaluate and see if it needs further attention. Not exactly sure what that might mean and honestly, I was a bit afraid to ask. In the meantime, he is going to have to learn how to take life just a bit easier.