Nate wanted to pull it and put it back in place but I wouldn't let him... At first. Once we got to the ER and my toe had been on ice for awhile, I let Nate take care of business. It popped back in place with two cracks but still lolled and felt awkward.
The Dr then took a look and said that Nate did a bad job and pulled it some more... Three more cracks and it was back to normal.
Blah. Trip to the ER and I get flowers and a day with Nate playing Mr mom. He even changed a stinky diaper ;)
Just goes to show you life in Texas should still be interesting!
Tchau,
Sara
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