Wayward Thought: Of Foot Injuries and Heart Burn

I feel like telling all *counting* 2 of you the crap happening to me right now.

My feet hate me, as does my throat.

I'll start with what has my toes on them.

A few...however long it has been, I went with a friend to Holiday World. Not only did I then figure out that I dislike amusement parks, or at least going to ones with friends who decide "LET'S GO ON ALL THE ROLLER COASTERS 23462346089457609827435609872304958723045 TIMES!" because I hate roller coasters, I also banged up my right big toe.

Anyway, at Holiday World, there is a water park. Yay fun happy go lucky time! We go on this 3 person rafty thingy that was fun. Then we decide to go on the water slide next to it. Fine. There was 3 of us, the slide was a tandem slide.

I went alone :(

Anyway, the slide was actually 3 slides; a fairly straight one, a kinda curvy one, and a really loopy one. I pick the straight one because I have bad luck. Yes Matthew, good choice.

I careen through this slide and rocketed out, skimming on the top of the water. I nick a kid to my right and see this little girl standing in the water right in front of me. She couldn't have been more than 6. I see her and try to stop. How did I stop?

I slam my right foot down through the water really hard.

I end up hitting her pretty hard with the innertube. She was fine, thank goodness, but 10 minutes later, after my friends have gone through the slide again, my toe starts to hurt. There wasn't a step to get out of the pool, but just a slope. Jammed my toe.

And that was the SECOND THING WE DID.

I walked around the rest of the day with a jammed toe. I suppose that kinda bummed me out for the rest of the day. I had to walk around and pretty much wait for my friends because they only wanted to ride the roller coasters. Considering I am scared shitless by heights, I hope they appreciate that I rode ONE with them.

That was that whole day. Drive there, injure myself within an hour, ride one roller coaster because nobody wants to do what I would enjoy at least ONCE, then sit around and wait for everyone, then drive home. I used my time wisely and won a giant Skrat plushy for my friend (because hey, she was pretty awesome at that point) but instead, I have said giant Skrat doll sitting above me in my bookshelf.

It's pretty said to say that the highlight of a day spent at an amusement park is discovering bubble gum fudge.

Anyway, the toe still hurts. Not bad enough to worry me, just noticeable.

That is half the foot fun.

Two weeks ago, I am at karate class and we are doing some light sparring (in which we don't actually hit eachother). Sensei tells us kicks only, so we do kicks only. I throw a pretty squirrely left spinning side kick and it catches my sparring partner right on the point of the elbow. He is surprised it hit him but is unhurt. I collapse.

I drag myself off the mat to nurse my wound. It hurts a lot then I get my dose of adrenaline and get back up. As soon as we start again, a shard of wood from a broken board cuts the skin on the bottom of the big toe of the same foot I hit enough so that when I step back, it would drag the flap of skin and open the wound.

Great.

So when we do some actual sparring, I throw on a sock (which I thought was pretty clever) and get at it.

I get home that night and there is a nice big bruise on my foot. Yay.

Now the bruise is gone but my foot still hurts a bit. Sometimes it hurts enough to think I broke my foot, sometimes its like "yea, I hit that a while ago."

So each foot hurts. My life is a parade of joy and happyness.

Oh yea, I think I have acid reflux. Burps give my heart burn now.

Burps.

BURPS.

BURPS.