This morning, I drove myself to the Cottonwood Emergency room to confirm I had indeed broken my toe during the cruise. The triage nurse asked me how I thought I injured it and I said it happened while I was dancing. She couldn’t conceal her smile as she wrote my answer, and without looking up from her paperwork she asked where the injury took place. I told her that it happened on a cruise ship somewhere in the Pacific Ocean in the last week. She wrote down all of my information and asked me to sit in the waiting room and ordered an Xray. As I hobbled my way back into a chair I could hear the nurses behind the glass chuckling. By the time I left the hospital the entire E.R. staff was laughing with me. All is well.