This little piggy cried "@#$@%&$!" all the way home
At least, I'm sure it was something like that I said when I accidentally caught my toes on the corner of the door Thursday night. In any case, it wasn't repeatable in polite company. Fortunately, I didn't have any company at the time, polite or not. The fourth toe got the brunt of the damage and looked like this by Friday morning after an ibuprofen-drugged night. ==>
It might be broken. I stayed off it as much possible all day.
<== By Friday evening, it looked like this, except the picture doesn't quite do it justice. While it may look marginally better, in reality the purplish-black area evident in the first shot just below the nail is actually still there, and even darker, and the bruising extends all the way down the toe.
It's now Saturday morning as I write this, and it's turning even more interesting colors. I've discovered that it's surprisingly difficult to get a good photo angle on one's own toes, so I don't know if there will be a followup illustrative shot. I wonder what it's going to feel like when I put on my sneakers in a little while?
1 comment:
I've broken my right small toe four times. For a while there, I just kept stubbing my toe every time I got up at night.
All you can do, I think, is tape it up against the next toe and pray it heals back straight. Mine did. Sort of.
Hope yours is okay! It's not near as funny as other people think it is when you tell them what happened.
CK
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