August 25th, 2007
I just stubbed the shit out of my littlest toe on my left foot. Basically I was attacked by one of our dining room chairs, which are, as far as I’m concerned, the multiply reincarnated forms of Attila the Hun. Attractive yes. Dangerous also yes.
So now I have this aching toe which is all swollen and angry red. It was one of those stubs that is so violent and painful that I actually cried after it happened. How is it possible for so much pain to be in such a little toe?
And I’m feeling particularly sorry for myself because there’s no one here to show it off to and receive comfort from. Husband is out playing poker with friends; I elected to come home and study instead. (Little did I realize the chairs had set up an ambush!) So here I am, telling The Internet instead of a person.
Sort of pathetic, isn’t it?
Not if it makes you feel better.