Well, It appears my running / ellipping / biking revival will have to wait a little while longer. Thursday morning, as the love of my life was preparing to leave for school, she wakes me up in a mild panic, unable to find her textbook for her class later that evening. Being the dutiful husband, I get out of bed to help her look for it, even though I have no idea where she put it the night before. I make my way downstairs, look around the dining room table, where I saw it the night before, to no avail. I go back upstairs, thinking that perhaps I did move it with some other items (knowing that I didn't, but unable to be 100% certain in my just-waking-up stupor). Same result. So I decide to go back downstairs to do a more thorough search.
This is where my trouble began. I've learned one thing in our 'new' home over the last 18 months: bare feet on our carpeted steps is a recipe for disaster, especially if you're not paying attention. sure enough, I hit the first step, and my foot slips out from under me. I go tumbling down the stairs, and in the process, my right foot flies into one of the upright posts on our railing, catching me between my 4th and 5th toe. I hit the landing in a heap, my foot now trobbing, my back and shoulders quite sore. As I crumble, the love of my life remains at the top of the steps, asking "what did your do?"
Managing as much restraint as I could, I say nothing, figuring if watchig me fall down the stairs (which she did) does not answer the question, nothing I say is going to make the situation better. I take a few seconds to collect myself and make my way down the rest of the stairs. Now, each step I take is a new experience in pain at this point, and I look down to see my little toe jutting out at a somewhat unnatural angle. Doesn't take an MD to know that it was broken. But I carry on, and find her book sitting on top of a box of stamping stuff in the corner of the dining room!
So, book search aside, my toe is now broken and black and blue and not a lot of fun to keep inside socks and shoes all day. I don't know how long a broken toe takes to heal, but unless it's be the end of the weekend, it's not fast enough!.
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I consider myself an expert in broken toes...at least in how long it takes to heal.(since in 2008 I broke 2 toes at two different times. The answer is 3 months to heal. I broke the last one on Thanksgiving day. Don't forget to tape it to the ajoining 2 toes each day. :-)
As one who has fallen down the stair in the last year or so, I feel your pain.
What is it with broken toes this year? You're the third person I know to break a toe since last fall...
As someone who has fallen down your stairs in the last year, I can empathize! :)
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