Many things break. I have a shelf in a closet dedicated to broken stuff. I intend to fix it but realistically speaking will probably end up throwing it out on cleanup day a few years down the road.
Sometimes things break for a reason, other times for no reason at all.
A combination of both reasons happened on Saturday morning as I tried to simultaneous gather and distribute stuff throughout the house. For whatever reason, as I rounded the corner from the dining room to the office, I took the corner a bit wider than usual and SMACK, right into the solid Maple door.
As usual, my foot bore the brunt of the imact and I winced, screamed and wondered aloud "Why now?".
Little did I know, my brother-in-law would be stopping by in a few minutes to help in installing a couple new windows and I'd find myself with a limp for the rest of the weekend.
I assumed that I had simply bruised my toes as I initially felt pain in all five little piggies. I went about my rounds. I mowed the leaves in the back yard, I cut trim for the new windows and I drove to Target. I also hiked up and down a steep mini-cliff in pursuit of a great wild bird photo I'd been scouting for a couple weeks.
It wasn't until about 8 PM Saturday night when I determined that pain from a foot to door encounter doesn't usually last all day. The last bit of my middle toe (left foot) matched the color of grape jelly. I checked its mobility and I was still able to move the little guy but at the end of the toe, bending it doesn't really check much.
Fortunately, toe injuries are nothing new to me. I've broken my pinky toe on the right foot three times. Smashing up the middle toe is new but not entirely new as far as toe injuries go.
Do I know for sure if it's broken? No. Do I really care? No. I'll just take it easy and maybe use this as an excuse to get a cool pimp cane. Am I alone, though, in breaking bones? What digits have you cracked? Show me your's and I'll show you mine.
4 comments:
I haven't broken anything but toes. Pretty much all of them at some point or another. Mostly from dance when I was younger.
I also have a wicked scar on my eyebrow from running into a coffee table as a kid. I was a smart one at age 3...
I've broken many toes - its my own fault. As much as I love to buy shoes - I don't wear them around the house. I've also broken my leg twice, both knee caps, a wrist, and collar bone.
Wow - said like that... I sound like a clutz!
once, when I was three or four my brother told me to stick my thumb out. Before I could say ow he smacked it with a hammer. About a year later my brothers and I were on a lawnmower/bike contraption we had made and I got the same darn thumb caught in the bearings. two breaks in one year.
I didn't break anything else until I was a teenager. I was doing flips on a trampoline when my knee had an unfortunate encounter with my nose.
never a toe though. my toes have been spared from my stupidity.
I'd love to show you mine, but I haven't got anything to show!! But your post leave me visualizing images of twisted knarly bent out of shape toes... poor poor feet...
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