Have I mentioned how clumsy I am?
Was woken from a sybaritic and self-indulgent midday nap by the doorbell. On my way to answer the door, I slammed my left little toe into something (dunno what, too bleary to register) hard enough that it's bleeding around the nail, and before I put the band-aid on, the toenail was showing definite signs of turning black. I don't think the toe's broken--it wiggles without any noticeable agony--but it hurts like hell and even more so when I get up. Toes are so damn vulnerable--sometimes I wish we'd evolved with hooves instead of feet (I still want my four fingers and opposable thumb per hand, though).
Very clumsy. That would be me.
The really sad thing is, I've done worse.
Was woken from a sybaritic and self-indulgent midday nap by the doorbell. On my way to answer the door, I slammed my left little toe into something (dunno what, too bleary to register) hard enough that it's bleeding around the nail, and before I put the band-aid on, the toenail was showing definite signs of turning black. I don't think the toe's broken--it wiggles without any noticeable agony--but it hurts like hell and even more so when I get up. Toes are so damn vulnerable--sometimes I wish we'd evolved with hooves instead of feet (I still want my four fingers and opposable thumb per hand, though).
Very clumsy. That would be me.
The really sad thing is, I've done worse.