I went to the doctor this afternoon, and she said, judging by my lack of swelling and discoloration, I’m not broken, just sprained. And, even if I was broken, it would only be a small bone in my foot, and they wouldn’t treat it any differently than a sprain. So I’ll be limping around the city for the next couple of weeks, but hopefully no worse for wear.
I’ve got figure out what’s going on with me these days, though. Within the last four days, in addition to the foot, I managed to lose my driver’s license (and then find it in my closet), put a big dent in the side of my car (although it is an almost 14 year old wagon, it has next to no value, so it doesn’t really matter) and go to the wrong first night of my class at Wharton. I’m really doing a great job of screwing things up lately. I’ve got to get myself back on a better track soon, or I’m going to end up shooting my eye out (although I’ve never held a gun, and have no intention of getting near one).