I knew it was bad. The pain was unfamiliar.
It felt wrong. It felt too sharp. Too much. It lingered. It got worse. But i kept playing. Of course I did.
When I finally got to take off my shoe and sock, I asked Mo: is it broken?
She examined the pinky toe in question.
–Well. If the bruise continues and grows, it is.
There was hope for a moment. Thanks Mo!
The bruise got worse. Adding broken pinky toe. Though. Unconfirmed.
Because having a bionic collar bone wasn’t enough.