It's also the same toe I managed to break and re-break and re-break two years ago.
Yes, and it is also one of the three toes I broke one day when I was about 16 and tripped down the house stairs right before hiking to and from Jenny's Lake (in Yellowstone or Jackson Hole area--little help here? Lived in Cali too long--ha!) one day.
I'm thinking amputation. Well, not really seriously, but this is crippling my life(style)! I have half-heartedly daydreamed the idea, but always come up short when I think of how everyone would ask Michael why he allowed me to do that to myself. (Poor Mikey!) Or when I think of Michael's face and horror upon discovering me one toe less in the bathroom. Yeah, that would be pretty messed up. (About as morbid as this creepy post I never should have begun...???) I don't know why my daydreams do not involve professional surgeons? I suppose it hankers back to the desperation driving the initial thought in the first place? Thoughts? Also, can we still be friends now that you know of my dark daydream? I promise I would never really do that to myself, so um, moving, er...limping on!
"Which toe is it", you may be asking? It's the second to last toe on my right foot; you know, the one next to the littlest piggy? Does one really need that toe? I mean, it's super cute and completes my set, after all, but it's DEFECTIVE. To say nothing of the crumbling effect upon my psyche. Everything the moves now frightens me. "No! Don't touch my toe!" or "Arrrrrg! You brushed my little knitting toe!" or maybe just sobs like this morning when my unsuspecting Pippy Cat landed on it and then thrust himself off of it with full-feline-pounce-force;thus re-break #3. (It was a dark morning at our house this morning, I'm sorry to say.)
Is this post too whiney and dark? It is, isn't it? I'm sorry you guys! I've still obviously posted it, if only for some sympathy and to garner outside perspective on something that is chronically with me. Does anyone have any suggestions of what I can do for this toe? I seem to break and re-break it mostly at night as I wander into things or trip over things while half asleep. The thing is, I cannot sleep with tennis shoes on, nor am I coherent enough to always remember to turn lights on as I go, or remember my house slippers. Am I doomed? I don't believe I am. I'm not a "I'm doomed" kind of chick at all. I am just banging my head (and apparently my toe!) against a wall here, and would appreciate any thoughts or ideas you (or anyone you know) could/would pass my toe's way.
Oh, and if it's not too greedy, will you also please help me come up with exercises to do until I can utelize both feet again? I am pretty much just doing sit ups and weights at the gym for now. Even cycling hurts, unfortunately so far.
To(e)tally appreciate your help & support everybody!!!
Love,
Autumn
