The drafting table has to leave the kitchen, and I am turning the cats into winter hats … just as soon as I am capable of walking (or even sitting) without pain.
I had gotten out some beads and wire and planned to sit at my kitchen work table and fuss around with them. I needed my pliers and other jewelry stuff. I start walking from the kitchen to the den to get said things, when Myu jumps in front of me, throws herself down and demands attention. Unfortunately, I was in mid-step, and the cat was now under my quickly descending right foot, so I threw my weight to the right side to avoid stepping on and killing the cat. My left foot swung wildly, slid across the floor, wedged under the very tight edge of the drafting table stand, with one toe in particular jamming itself under the somewhat sharp metal leg … as I started to fall forward.
I did what I always do when experiencing a pain unlike any other pain I have have ever experienced and went limp and dropped to the floor right where I was, howling and, of course, cursing loudly. I think that was the only thing that kept me from sitting here telling you I broke my toe. Well, I don’t think it’s broken. It moves, and a manual examination and comparison of both feet indicate that everything is where it should be and feels solid. I have ice on it now, and it doesn’t seem to be swelling, though it’s going to be a horrible shade of bruised blue, and it’s going to be excessively painful for who knows how long.
When I say excessively painful, I do mean excessively painful. I can’t express how painful it is without cursing like a sailor, so I won’t even try. The toe hurts. The foot hurts. The leg hurts. The hip hurts. The small of my back hurts. I hurt. I did not need this. This sucks beyond words. It’s a holiday weekend, and I can barely walk. And the PAIN!!! OMG! THE PAIN!!! It is unreal. Almost the worst pain I have ever felt in my life.
The next time one of the cats pulls this stunt, I am stepping on the cat. Whichever one it is, I am certain it will make a nice winter hat or maybe the lining for some gloves. Perhaps the two survivors will learn not to throw themselves down in front of moving humans in tight quarters (like doorways or near tables).
And that table has to move ASAP. I have maimed myself on it one time too many.
Argh! I broke a toe one time and you are spot on. It is amazing how much pain can come from a tiny little toe.
It is the most excruciating thing I have ever experienced, and I have had other far more serious injuries in my life. It’s not even broken, so I can only imagine how much more that would hurt. It’s just terrible, like it’s on fire.
Though it’s getting better. So long as I don’t put any pressure on it, let any wind touch it, or look at it too hard. :lol:
You may be surprised at how many times you flex your toe in the course of a day. I was.
I was noticing that last night while I was trying to fall asleep. The toes … they just flex on their own a few times an hour, and OMG! The pain that causes.
Yes, I am noticing for the first time, just how often I move my toes while just sitting around doing nothing. In fact, I am TOTALLY aware of my toes in all ways. I have never been so painfully aware of the life of my toes. My goodness, they are active little things. :P