Lookie What I Did!

I think I might have broken my toe today. Stephen and I were rough-housing, and I ran into the living room. I, being brilliantly talented and not a bit clumsy, hit my toe on NOTHING AT ALL (or the floor, I'm not really sure which) and cracked my baby toe on the left very well. The pain was excruciating. I cried, it was that bad. Stephen reached to touch it, and I screamed when he did. I told him I thought he was broken. He said that it was not, I had just jammed it really well. After hobbling my way into the bedroom and moaning for a bit on the bed, I managed to touch it. Dear god. Moving it was impossible. It just hurt too much.

I looked up the symptoms of a broken toe. Mentioned excruciating pain (which I had,) inability to put weight on it (which I could do, though it hurt really badly,) severe bruising (none.) So I just dealt. We got ready to go for a walk. I put on 2 pairs of tight socks (hurt to put them on, but felt good after) and took some ibuprophen. We hobbled out of the door.

This is what we discovered when we got home and I took of my sock.






It is also really really swollen. And still painful. So, I think I either broke it, or really seriously bruised it. Looks awfully purty, doesn't it? I am so proud of me. Still clumsy. I was worried that I was growing out of it.