I have broken my baby toe. It is swollen and hurts to walk on. I am now back in my royal pout from which I had once been rescued.
How, you ask, did I break my toe? Easy. Well, for me anyways.
I walked to the bathroom.
Yes, I do this every day. However, today it baffled me.
I was in a hurry. I was being productive and I was on a roll. I took one of my purchases to restock in the bathroom and made my way to the hall entry rather quickly. And misjudged the width of the wall.
I caught my baby toe on the corner of the wall. And continued to the bathroom. About leaving my baby toe behind.
I admit. I spent a good 45 seconds jumping up and down on the other foot screaming obscenities and generally freaking the dogs out. I calmed down, gingerly set my weight on my other foot, and howled in pain.
Of course, I still had to walk the dogs. Now the toe is purple and ouchy and the nail feels as though it is balancing precariously. But, it's a good excuse to keep my feet up.