So I'm running around this morning getting ready for rehearsal, and while dashing out of the bathroom I run my left foot into the door. Hard. Stars were seen.

Not being the first time I've run into a door with my foot I keep going, hobbling around the house and gathering my stuff. Except the pain doesn't go away, and feels different than ever before. While driving to the studio, I start to become concerned.

I stop by the studio to say that I'm off to the ER, and that's where I go -- to have my worst fears realized. Via xray and examination, I learn that I have broken my small toe completely through, straight across, and about half of the bone is floating. Ew.

So the Elemental show in less than two weeks is looking a little iffy for me. Tomorrow I will get an appointment with my regular doctor who will follow the process, and he will give me the final go ahead as to whether I can dance or not. I'm not optimistic, which is rare for me. Regardless, I have to be taken out of the group numbers so someone else can learn them and they can be re-choreographed, to a point. Sigh.

Sitting at rest isn't bad, just a little throbbing. Walking is quite painful and ungainly. The thought of releve just makes me want to scream.

So I'm at home, elevated and icing, and just feeling sorry for myself. Feh.