So, a few days ago now I got up at 5am to take Chaser (our dog) for a quick early morning walk. It was still quite dark but I didn’t want to wake my husband so I didn’t turn any lights on. I got dressed and was just walking down the stairs when I slipped. And fell. Again. It happens way more often than you’d think for some reason.
Usually when I fall down the stairs I get a bruise or something minor like that but this time I managed to actually break a bone. Luckily it was the absolute best case scenario when it comes to breaking bones, in my opinion – it was only my pinky toe. But still… Ow!
Now that it’s been a few days since it happened I’m getting a bit more used to it and occasionally even manage something akin to a graceful limp rather than the hobble of an ancient drunk kangaroo which I’ve been sporting since my fall. However, it’s still swollen and purple and hurts, the bastard. In fact, because it’s swollen I can feel it at all times as it sits funny against the toe next to it and it won’t let me even try to forget about it.
So yes, I’ve been a bit grumpy and keep complaining about it. But hey, it’s been a long time since I’ve actually broken anything. I also hope it’ll be a long while until I break anything else. Actually, that day can wait forever as far as I’m concerned.
For now I’d simply like to go on walks again and be able to sit comfortably with my legs crossed or on the desk or whatever usually feels comfy. Harrumph.
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