My foot's all torn up

So I had an accident today. I was heading down to Carder rock to do some climbing today with my buddies; I was wearing sandals to I could slip in and out of my climbing shoes quickly. Well, as we were heading down the trail, I was regaling the group with some story, and I tripped. I somehow stepped awkwardly onto a little sharp tree stump, and it tore the crap out of my toe. Funnily, it didn't hurt too much, and didn't bleed all that much either. Until I took a look at it. I could see bone.

Yeah, didn't feel too good.

Anyways, Darren took me to a local ER (more about the hospital later), where this extremely attractive doctor and nurse pair did the following:

1. Looked at my wound.



2. Cleaned the crap out the wound.



3. Injected me with a gigantic dose of lidocaine.



4. And then proceeded to actually pick out bits of tree stump (organic debris is what they called it) from the wound.



5. The wound is now clean.



They then bandaged it up, gave me a boot and crutches. And some antibiotics (hello diarrhea) and ibuprofen for good measure. The thing is too big to stitch up, so I get to go to a foot surgeon next week where he'll probably do something to it. I'll keep you posted. I'm doing well though.

6. Happy ending. Or not...




Sorry I don't have photos of the pretty doc and nurse. Darren was clearly way more interested in the bloody foot.