I am not in San Marcos today. I should be at school, but do to some medical condition, I am home blogging on my old laptop whose mouse doesn't work. I'm sick of pressing the tab button over and over again.
Anyways, I cracked my 5th metatarsal. That's the pinky toe. It's cracked a little further down from the connection to the rest of the foot. I'm going to see an orthopedic specialist tomorrow. They will try to see if they can put it in an immobilizing cast. Otherwise, this doctor said I'd have to get some surgery and get a screw in there.
My dumbass is feeling real stupid right now. I am, as they say, an R-tard(pronounced arr-tard). If you must wonder how this has happened, all one of you reading... haha... victoria (pointless cuz she was there)... anyways... it happened in San Clemente. Me and Victoria were there for happy hour at the Fisherman's restaurant, our weekly get together. After, to sober up a little and to make the night last a lil longer, we went to these swings on the beach. We swing. I totally own her in swinging. I was reaching zero G mid swing. It was awesome. Then, I get the brilliant idea: stand up! I used to do this as a kid. I swing while I'm standing and I realize how bad an idea it was so I jump off. Mid jump, I trip a little and when I land, I land on the outside of my left ankle. I fall and hear a pop from my ankle. Viola! Fractured 5th metatarsal.
After a visit to the health and wellness center, receiving crutches and an appointment for tomorrow, I'm going to just relax for the rest of this ruined Halloween.
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