when Emily was 10 months old, i tripped over the couch in our family room and the husband and i both heard the crack. my toe. broken. broken so badly that i needed to be on crutches. it was embarrassing as hell to have to tell people that i broke it on my freakin’ couch.
i now break the same toe – my pinky toe on my right foot – at least once a year. i know all the signs. it’s more than just the regular stub. it turns black and purple and swells like a big ole’ sausage. and you can see the bone that’s not quite in the right place. and it hurts like a mother.
(speaking of mothers…mine is arriving tonight for a last minute weekend trip. the husband is off picking her up from the airport right now.)
last night was one of these such occasions. i was carrying Isabella up to bed and Emily came running down the hall, completely unaware that bella and i were there, and collided with my toe. i thought i was going to pass out from the pain. that’s how badly it hurt. i was home alone with all three kids and i was mentally trying to figure out how i was going to limp my way to the hospital with the three bunnies in tow.
luckily, i CAN walk on it. i even went to the gym today…which, i’m thinking, may have been a mistake.
other than the left elbow i broke when i was four (it’s a good story…i jumped off of a dresser at our family friends’ house in LA. my poor arm was in a cast in all our disney land pictures), this toe is pretty well the only injury i’ve had…but yet it has become the gift that keeps on giving.
my husband has one of these too. he has issues with his front tooth. he smashed it many times as a kid…i think three times in one week while his parents were away on vacation. to this day…he still has problems with it. a few years ago – it’s easily datable – it was the night we went to see Titanic at the IMAX theater at Ontario Place, so ’98?
he was biting a piece of pizza and BAM! his tooth popped out. his front tooth. just popped the hell right out of his mouth. i couldn’t even look at him…and we still went to see the movie. i don’t know what we were thinking – he looked like he came right out of Cousin Eddie’s family.
song of the day: Cowboy Take Me Away by the Dixie Chicks
Oh no! that’s too bad, i’m sorry to hear that. hope you feel better soon.
Can you wear your heels, Ali? And, I didn’t know your husband had front tooth issues! You KNOW I do, right?
I broke my fibula last spring… first and only time I’ve been a patient in a hospital.
And my daughter still kisses it better… bless her heart.