Caro’s Ramblings

And by “it” I am referring to injuring myself in the stupidest, least respectful ways possible.

When I was 16 I managed to break my big toe. How did I do this? Playing any of the 1,000 sports I played? Doing something cool? Nope. I invited a few people to my house, including my boyfriend at the time. We were hanging out in my room, and said boyfriend decided to look through my stuff. Not in a nosy “I don’t trust you” kind of way, more like a “let’s see if you have anything cool” kind of way. Somewhere during that process he came across my 4th grade school picture, which featured a pre-pubescent Caro, the one with horrendous glasses (clear, plastic/metal frames that apparently had gold and pink music notes in them) and braces. To say it was an awkward stage for me is really putting it nicely. He decided to keep this picture, which is clearly unacceptable, so I chased him as he ran out of my room.

On my way out I tripped over the carpet and broke my big toe. Despite never having broken a bone before I knew immediately it was broken. Apparently you need your big toe to walk. Who knew? It was a ridiculous injury that sidelined me for quite a while. Do you know how embarrassing it was to be on crutches and when people asked what happened I had to say, “No I didn’t break my foot. I tripped over the carpet and broke my toe.” FML.

Fast forward to yesterday at softball practice. We were taking turns batting so everyone could hit and practice their fielding position. The first batter hit a low fly/line drive short of me. I ran in to catch it, but the ball missed the pocket of my glove. Instead it hit the outside part, where my littler fingers are. Man did it sting!! I figured this was just a little thing that would go away and shook it off. I made it through my own turn batting (which really sucked for my finger) and then fielding again for the rest of the batters. By the end of practice I was alarmed my finger 1. hurt really bad 2. was swelling up and 3. was kind turning purple. I also couldn’t bend it.

Within 2 hours of getting home I knew it was definitely broken. Got some X-rays this morning….yep. I have a chip fracture in my knuckle. Basically a piece of bone has chipped off. Awesome. My softball season has so far consisted of 2 games and 1 practice, and I’m out for the next month.

So now in my life I’ve broken my big toe and my pinky finger. Can’t I just break my arm like a normal person?