Broken Toe

Jeff caught his little toe on the island in the kitchen on Saturday night. I was reading in the bedroom when I heard a wail and a thump, so I came running (a disadvantage of having a bigger apartment is that it takes longer to get places--I have to run down a big hall--we've never had a hall before). I found Jeff on the ground and in a lot of pain. I acted as the Lamaze coach for awhile (breathe in, 1-2-3, now out) to prevent him from hyperventilating. He went to the campus clinic yesterday (where, by the way, he and the doctor have become good friends and are on a first name basis. Jeff even mentioned he'd like to just "hang out" with the doc). It turns out he broke the biggest bone in his little toe and dislocated it in two places. He has an awesome bruise--dark, purplish-red wrapping around half of the toe and a purple number extending halfway up his foot. I've always said that if I have to be in pain I'd rather have something to show for it!