I have never broken a bone. I always wondered if it was because I was ultra careful as a child or rather boring. I have sprained every joint in the body, so I suppose that is something. Ever sprain your jaw? Good times to be had for all. I never broke something til yesterday evening.
I suppose it was bound to happen. I have two baby gates up in my home in an attempt to forestall my child’s rampage throughout the house. I have whacked the shit out of my toes numerous times trying to get my leg over while carrying laundry and/or toddler. But last night was special. I stepped over the gate and brought the toes of my left foot down upon the gate with the force of Thor slamming Mjolinir with righteous indignation. Ow.
I didn’t know till the next morning that I had actually broken my toe. I woke up with a black toe and pink nail polish. Quite the combination. The hospital confirms. They also think it is a smashing combination. This is not necessarily a goal or accomplishment. Maybe a milestone or just something that finally happened. Either way, this little piggy is getting awful comfy with another toe vis-a-vie medical tape. I would post my toe for the world to see, but there is enough stuff you can find on the internet like that. So here is a picture of a puppy instead.
Broke something. Done