Months ago I injured myself at work while moving a barrel of beer; although it landed on my toes, I was lucky. Nothing broke and although my big toe is still bruised I emerged relatively unscathed. Unfortunately, I had a another, much worse incident last Wednesday, and I wasn't as lucky.
While putting kegs away, one slipped out of my hands and dropped square on the ridge of my left foot, instantly breaking it in several places. The pain of 150+ pounds dropping from 4 feet on a sensitive area of my foot made me cry like within an instant. Needless to say, I did NOT finish out my shift that night.
Instead I went directly home, in the process calling Ty to come over, but when I got home I passed out from the pain. The next morning I felt awful from the pain, but a very close second was realizing that Ty had stopped by and I missed 8 of his calls. I was worried he would never call me again.
But he did and came over the next night, the next two in a row (he's a sweetheart). Whew. My bigger worry is that I am going to be out of action, work wise for about 6 weeks or so. My boss and the owner of the place of employment assure me I qualify for workman's comp, but only for my hourly wages (not tips).
Money issues aside, I worry how I will deal with being physically incapacitated for a long, long time. Thank God I have a hot guy to keep me company, but, still, I am already so fucking bored watching television and movies or reading for hours at a time. I want to get out and about, not to mention actually work. Or be in terrible pain.
Fuck. Me. I know I'll get through this, and my friends and family have been great, but, ugh, Ugh, UGH! Not ideal to say the least. But I reckon this could be a blessing in disguise, in that it will provide me time to re-consider certain things, mostly my employment horizons, not to mention certain creative endeavors.
PS - I'm not taking anymore of the pills I was issued, they make me sick.