I am one of the worlds' biggest klutzes. When God passed out the "grace" genes, I was off somewhere knitting. It's been a while since I last did it, but today I broke a toe. I became entangled and then tripped in a coat that my daughter had left lying on the floor of her bedroom. Crunch! There goes another toe. I can't remember if that's the third, or fourth time I've broken that particular one. You see, I've broken every toe I have at least once, some twice, and others three times. Pretty bad, eh? It is. But sounds even worse when you consider that I've also caught on fire...four times? I think it's four times. Once was from a spark from a bonfire, once from my mom's gas range, and twice I've caught my hair on fire from getting too close to lit candles. I've also "gotten into arguments" with a meat slicer twice (the meat slicer won, of course) requiring three stitches in my right hand, and...I once walked into a bike rack while wearing flip flops. That one required twelve stitches to close up the top of my foot. (The tetanus shot hurt worst than the stitches.)
So today has been pretty much spent lying on the couch with my foot elevated. It doesn't hurt when I don't put weight on it...not much, anyways. There are worse things than being stuck on the couch for the day; forced by things beyond your control to take it easy. *sigh. Maybe breaking a toe isn't such a bad thing.
On a final note, "Watch where you're walking!" is a phrase I hear a lot from my husband. I wonder why?
1 comment:
Oh, my gosh! That is crazy!
I hope it heals quickly and doesn't cause too much pain/annoyance.
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