Ow
Wednesday, December 3, 2008 at 11:29PM I have broken my baby toe. It is swollen and hurts to walk on. I am now back in my royal pout from which I had once been rescued.
How, you ask, did I break my toe? Easy. Well, for me anyways.
I walked to the bathroom.
Yes, I do this every day. However, today it baffled me.
I was in a hurry. I was being productive and I was on a roll. I took one of my purchases to restock in the bathroom and made my way to the hall entry rather quickly. And misjudged the width of the wall.
I caught my baby toe on the corner of the wall. And continued to the bathroom. About leaving my baby toe behind.
I admit. I spent a good 45 seconds jumping up and down on the other foot screaming obscenities and generally freaking the dogs out. I calmed down, gingerly set my weight on my other foot, and howled in pain.
Of course, I still had to walk the dogs. Now the toe is purple and ouchy and the nail feels as though it is balancing precariously. But, it's a good excuse to keep my feet up.
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Dude, I broke 2 toes walking to the kitchen. Well, it was me, so I was running to the kitchen. But still. Sorry you busted your toe. I was joking when I recommended it as a way to get out of going to the gym.
Tomorrow I will break my toe, and Ky is pencilled in for late fridaY, early saturday.
Poor May-B! I broke mine for the second time in Sept. (potato bin in the porch) and it still aches! Big pain for such a tiny appendage.
I did this once on the corner of a very hard wooden coffee table. I'm so sorry you're in such pain - I know it's miserable!!
Now you deserve chocolate. LOTS of it!!
Lyn: I think it runs in the family.
Grae: You, my dear brother, are an ass.
RTA: Why is there so much pain in something so tiny??
GP: I agree. Chocolate it is. That heals bones, right?
Been there, done that a few times. I feel your pain.
Also, I'm a stubber. I stub my toes on about everything they come in contact with.
WTH do we need toes for anyway??
(I mean, other than the fact that I pick things up with mine, when I'm too lazy to bend over.)