It seems that the Disabled Guy broke his big toe.
Yesterday (Tuesday for all you later readers), he went to Home Depot to get the wood he'll need to rebuild the deck. And he was gone for over six hours- no exaggeration. Now, it's about a half our to forty-five minute drive to Home Depot (depending on traffic), so if we say it took an hour for the driving, we still have five hours of time AT the Home Depot.
He got home around seven and he was limping. I asked what happened- he's got some just plain old "I'm getting older" arthritis in his knees but won't admit it, so I figured he just overdid it. He said he dropped a piece of Plexiglas on his foot. I asked why he bought a piece of Plexiglas but he didn't- his dad gave it to him last October for some reason. We don't know why. His parents do that a lot, just give him junk they don't want or have no use for anymore.
After he ate dinner (chicken casserole, he had thirds), he took off his shoe and showed me his foot. His big toe is swollen and has a blue-green bruise under the nail. I said he probably broke his toe. He denies it. We had this conversation that I posted on the Facebook page- about the Home Depot employees and why he didn't ask for help.
I asked: "Why didn't you ask for help? That's their JOB!"
He said: "They offered, I said no." I told him he was crazy and normal people would have taken the help. He replied (slightly jokingly): "I didn't want to seem needy."
Yeah, needy. By having employees do what they're paid to do.
So this morning, he's limping bad. Real bad. I told him if it swells more or gets worse, we'll go in to the ER. A trip to his ER involves a sixty-mile one-way drive. And all they'll really do is X-ray it, tell him to stay off it, and give him Ibuprofen. (can you tell I've broken my toe before?).
He says his toe is not broken. But he's in pain. He won't take anything for it, because *wince, groan* It isn't broken.
I said: "You don't know that."
DG: "Yes, I do, it's my toe!"
Me: "True, but I know what a broken toe feels like and you're walking and acting like you have a broken toe."
DG: "I am not!" (cue limping and wincing)
Me: "That's the broken toe walk."
DG: "I'm not dancing."
Me: "I said walk."
DG: "I didn't go on my walk."
I did a real life "facepalm" then. Sometimes, talking to him is a real life "Who's on first" conversation.
He keeps insisting that his toe is not broken. I keep asking how would he know. "You don't have X-ray vision."
DG: "You don't know that! Maybe I do!"
Me: "Except that you don't."
When I say it's broken, he replies that it's just "really badly bruised."
Me: "So bruised that you broke it."
DG: "I DID NOT! It was the Plexiglas."
Me: "So you admit you broke your toe."
DG: "NO! Wait, did I? I didn't mean to! I was tricked! THERE'S TRICKERY AFOOT!"
Me: "Yeah, trickery broke the toe on your foot."
DG: "That's not funny!"
Me: "Yes, it is. You broke your funny toe."
DG: "My toe is not funny!"
I told Jase: "Ask your dad about his broken toe."
Jase: "What about your broken-ass toe?"
DG: "I didn't break it."
Ceej: "But he's limping around on it and making pain-faces."
DG: "My face don't hurt!"
So, Who's on first, what's on second and I don't know is on third.
Me: "Why don't you think you broke your toe?"
DG: "The toe didn't swell."
Me: "But it is swollen."
DG: "The toe didn't turn black."
Me: "It doesn't have to turn black!"
DG: "It's just really bruised. There's blood up under the toe, that's why it's all black there."
Me: "You broke your toe."
DG: "I didn't break my got-damned toe! I can move it!"
Me: "You can move a broken toe. It just hurts like a sonavbitch."
DG: "Well, it hurts. But I didn't break it."