It's not even been 4 months since our last visit to the doctor for a foot x-ray for what turned out to be a false alarm, but Joseph and I found ourselves there again today for the same purpose. This time was not a false alarm. His turn for redemption, I suppose.
Yesterday he kicked the door frame to his bedroom as he was heading in to get ready for a trip to the temple with the Teacher's Quorum. He managed to hit it hard enough that he has a small crack on the large (most proximal) phalange of the middle toe of his right foot. There's nothing to be done but let it heal. He'll keep it taped for a while and maybe try crutches for a couple of days to relieve the pain. It's the worst of both worlds- the pain and annoyance of a broken bone but no cool cast or brace for sympathy purposes. Oh, the trials we are called on to pass through!
A Week of Camps
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