This morning, about 10 minutes after I woke up, I walked from the computer room into the lounge room, on the way to the kitchen to grab some breakfast. I didn’t see the corner of the wall until my foot met it. It hurt! I swore, as I usually do, and then continued wandering on to get breakfast.
I got ready for the day, put on socks and shoes as usual, and tried to ignore the pain from the stubbed toe. Drove to work, spent most of the day limping around, thinking it was annoying that my stubbed toe still hurt. Got home, went out for some pizza, came back, watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer, then changed into something more comfortable. Doing that involved taking off my shoes and socks.
Oh. My God.
This would have to be the worst stubbed toe I’ve had in my entire life! (Sorry about the slight blurry look, but I just couldn’t get the focus right.) I’m hoping it’s not broken, but I can still wiggle it around. Whether it’s broken or just incredibly bruised, I’ll have to be gentle with it either way, and just take it easy for a few days.
Deidre thought I was ‘a big girl’ at lunch time when I whinged a little about how my foot was sore and how I was limping around, but when I showed her my toe tonight, she freaked out. She was apologising profusely for scoffing my ’stubbed toe’.
Now I’m just laying in my bed with my feet up. She’s out there watching some old black & white movie on Foxtel. (With all the great shows and movies available, she’s watching an oldie…. sheesh!)
