Struggling

Last Thursday I decided to hose off our front sidewalk. To do that, I moved my planter, my front door rug, and the big, heavy camp chair. This is no ordinary camp chair. Its more like a camp "couch." It seats two people. It has a set of legs on either side and a set right down the middle for support. Anyway, after mowing the lawn and edging, I'm feeling rather Rosie-the-Riveter-ish, so I grab the camp couch, pivot, and then slam it down on the lawn. Except that my foot was in the way. The stupid couch landed right on my big toe on my left foot. I cannot fully explain the amount of pain I instantly experienced. You know when you get hurt and the tears involuntarily come to your eyes, and words that you didn't even know you had the capacity of uttering, come hurtling out of your mouth? Well, that was this. After saying a few choice words, I stood there, hunched over the camp chair, wondering if I would ever walk again. It took about 15 minutes, but I was able to get a hold of myself and continue hosing off the sidewalk. I must say, I am a tad bit disappointed that the pink-checkered Vans I was wearing, that I just so happened to pick up in the Men's Department at Nordstrom Rack for $6.99 failed to protect my foot. Exact model seen here:



The fact that these are technically for men, is another post altogether. I would currently to like to focus on my inability to be normal and non-clumsy.

It was difficult to go to sleep Thursday night. I kept singing songs in my head, keeping time with the throbbing, located smack dab in the middle of my toe.

Friday morning = black & blue toenail. Also, F thought it prudent to step on my toe, wearing none other than his Sketcher Nascar Light-up clodhoppers. Pain.

Monday morning. Cleaning day. I was sweeping out the laundry room when I ever-so-gently nudged the bottom shelf. Located on this shelf is the fire extinguisher. It tipped off and landed on my toes, on my right foot. Again - same situation. Pure physical pain. Blurry vision because of involuntary tears. Expletives that I wasn't aware that I knew, but at least was able to whisper. This fire extinguisher is heavy! My poor toes look red & flattened. It broke the skin on impact on the 3 middle toes, so they are covered with neosporin & band-aids.

I told J what happened. He called me his puberty ridden teen girlfriend. Ouch.

I can't do another foot/toe incident. My pain threshold or eternal progression cannot handle it.