As noted in my previous entry, I had to work last night. I got home tired, wrote the blog post, stripped off my boots, put on sleepwear, and went to bed.

When I took the boots off, I didn't bother to place them neatly under my rack in the proscribed Marine Corps manner. I just tossed them aside.

This morning, my alarm clock goes off, and I sprang out of bed to stop the noise. And by "sprang out of bed" I mean "levered myself slowly, with much groaning". Heading towards my alarm, I stubbed my left foot into one of my boots. It hurt. A lot.

I hobbled my way through my shower, got dressed, hobbled out to the bus stop, and limped through work today. The morning started out with a gigantic FOD walk, cleaning up all the debris left behind by the flightline fair visitors. Normal FOD walk is a check of our squadron's aircraft parking area, but today we had to check our area as well as about a fifth of the taxiway, runway, and the open field between the runway and taxiway. It took a good hour and a half.

For the rest of the workday, I managed to stick with in-shop tasks, which meant I could sit down and not suffer as much. I got permission to leave work an hour early, got home, and took off my steel toes first thing. I saw this:

Not good. Perhaps I should have the docs look at it, but I'd really rather not. Because anyone with any kind of serious injury becomes "non-deployable", which in my case means I wouldn't be allowed to leave until it was healed.

And I'm not all that worried. Worst case is that it's broken. And for broken toes, the standard of care is getting told "Don't walk on it too much!" 

UPDATE: (Next day) Swelling has gone down, and I can walk again reasonable comfortably, especially with steel-toe boots (that nicely protect the toes.) So I don't think it's broken.

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