Slightly off-color

So, several days have passed since that single moment that has affected me so greatly since then. I am finally starting to get used to crutches. They still make my muscles ache, but now I can go farther before I have to stop for a rest. Since that first day, several interesting things have happened.
I noticed, as I walked to work on Saturday morning, that people only stop to help when there is NOTHING that they can do. If there is actually something that they could do, they don't stop. I muttered about this bitterly as I watched car after car pass me by as I slowly made my way to campus. I would have thought that just one person could have understood my plight and been kind enough to stop, but no, I made the whole trip on crutches. It was quite the contrast from the day before when I was walking around campus and practically everyone who saw me asked if they could do anything to help, but then, of course, there was nothing that could be done.
Still, I managed to get around at work, for a training class, and then get home without too much trouble. Sunday, was pretty much the same. I made it to campus without too much trouble. This time, there was something that could be done when people asked if they could help. Mainly it involved carrying my crutches so I could hop up the stairs. I had to explain my stupidity over and over again at church. It was quite disconcerting. (Left - here you can see the bruising on the side of my foot. It looks worse in real life).
Finally, there was a stake relief society presidency member at church and she told me about the scooters that some people use. I told her that I don't know where to get one and she said that she knew a girl who had had one and that she would see if the girl still had it and call me. Well, that got my hopes up, but I haven't heard from her, so either she forgot about me, or the girl didn't have it. Oh well, at least I'm getting used to the crutches.
On my way home from church, I was almost to the bottom of the stairs south of campus when a bunch of people from my ward came up behind me. One guy said that he could carry me down the rest of the way if I wanted. I guess I hesitated too long because he just picked me up and carried me down the rest of the way. It was quite an interesting experience, to be swept off my feet (literally) by someone I don't even know. To be honest, it didn't make too much of a difference, but at least he was paying attention in sacrament meeting (we had had a talk on doing little acts of charity). It would have been better if he had carried me UP the three flights of stairs I have to go up every day to get to my apartment, but I still made it home.
Today I was looking at my foot wondering at how it wasn't very bruised. I couldn't understand it because when I broke my toe, it got almost black! But, I thought, maybe that is because the toe bone is closer to the surface. Then, a little later, I noticed a spot on the right side of my foot. I carefully leaned my foot towards me so I could see and realized that my foot is a lot more bruised than it appears at first glance. You can't even really see it from the top! I've also begun to notice that my foot is getting slowly more swollen. Sometimes it is so bad that I can't even bend my toes! They are too fat!