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Today I slipped on a rain puddle, hit my foot, and my shoe flew and got run over by the tram. I had to hobble to Tesco (wearing the torn-up shoe) and buy slippers. After the ordeal I almost passed out in church, it was the first time that I felt this way I think. I was feeling very warm and I couldn’t breath and my vision had blurred. It probably is my body’s way of coping with the physical trauma. It turned out to be a fifth metatarsal fracture.

edit: I’d like to thank Doc Remo who willingly answered my email questions!

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