Owies... Owies... Owies... I was running through the doorway that leads out to the sunroom to get something. I was in a hurry since something good was on TV. Danged threshold!!! I hit my left big toe, straight-on, reeaaaaallllllly hard on the threshold... OWIES!!! I flopped into a chair and looked at it... no blood... no swelling or black-and-blueishness... no cracked toenail... but dangit it HURTS!!! When I touched the tip or the area directly behind the nail, it hurt like the dickens... I know it's not broke, because I can move it all over the place just fine. This was two days ago. Now everything is the same, except for the fact that it now hurts without doing anything to it, but it really hurts when I put weight on it, ESPECIALLY the tip of the toe. It still has no obvious signs of injury except huge pain. It never even went numb for gawd's sake!!! What, no mercy?! Anyhowpains... I mean, "wees"... I swear, I really DID inherit my clumsiness from my mother. Although she hasn't broken a bone in her life, and I've already broken my hand, given myself three or four scars, sprained my ankle three times, sprained my left pinkie nuckle something fierce (I recall... "Fluffy (dog), get out of the way!!! AAH!! Owies..."), and then this...
Gawd, I broke a major bone in my hand moons ago and it didn't hurt nearly half as much as this!!! ***tells herself to quit being a big baby***
***scurries off and pops in Kenny Chesney concert, and her mind is instantly, COMPLETELY off the pain***
* * * * * FTG, a.k.a. "Owies"