Oh yeah, that’s broke
|November 3, 2020||Posted by Melinda under Uncategorized|
This is what your toe looks like when you slam the edge of a wooden table on your toes when standing on concrete.
There was a lot of cussing. And yelling. No crying because it hurt too damn much. You know what I mean? I knew I had broken some toes, I just didn’t know how many. One for sure.
Yep. There she is.
This is my first broken toe that was not associated with a horse. It’s also the first one that has ever happened when not wearing shoes.
I know right? Shocker! Considering how much time I spend barefoot (that would be every second of every day that I’m not required by law to wear shoes, or while wandering around the horses) I know you can barely believe this.
I cannot recommend breaking a toe via crushing forces while barefoot. Ten out of ten canNOT recommend. All my other crunchy toe moments that happened in shoes were….unpleasant, but not “fetch me a glass of wine now” type moments.
Which by the way I did direct my husband to do when this happened, all arguments aside about how young women in today’s culture are normalizing binge drinking. Damn right I sat on the entry way and contemplated the many life lessons I could impart on the five-year old absorbing every moment of the tragedy.
“Fig, this is why you wear shoes.” Husband looking on with raised eyebrows as Fig looked at m doubtfully. “But Mom, you never wear shoes.”
“Right. But this is why YOU should wear shoes.”
After confirming that no, I absolutely did NOT want a bandaid on my toe, (“Mom, I really think you should get a bandaid. I’ll wrap it around real nice. When I hurt one of my toes at daycare the bandaid made it feel better. Also, there is blood. You need a bandaid.”) we moved on to other subjects.
“Does the wine make your toe feel better?” (asked the child, who is clearly confused that I ordered wine be fetched instead of a bandaid).
“No, but it makes me feel better about my toe.”
At this point Dad decides to interject – “Remember, alcohol doesn’t solve anything.” With glare towards me.
“No, but it’s an excellent substitute for the reality that doesn’t include a smashed toe.”
Here’s the bright side to the whole thing. Breaking a middle toe is so much easier to manage than a big toe or little one. Sure it’s sore by the end of the day, and I could feel it on my run last night (look, I waited 36 hours, it wasn’t speed work. Not nearly as stupid as my husband made it out to me) but unless I trip over sleeping children who have snuck their way into my bedroom in the middle of night and are invisible lumps on the floor, it really is the toe to break. If you have to break a toe. Which is still probably to be avoided at all costs. Or at least, by wearing shoes sometimes.
PS – I had this beautiful post about a wonderful run I did last night (yes, the broken toe run) and had a revelation… but with today being the election here in the US, I just can’t concentrate well enough to put my thoughts down on paper. Plus, it’s not a bad thing to post more often and get back into the blogging habit than to give you 1000+ words to read all at once!