Only 12 hours before I got the phone call to meet Andrew in the emergency room, he SWORE to me that he’d pamper me and take care of me and make sure I stayed off my feet.
That obviously didn’t work out.
But, you see, I am apparently terrible at walking, stubbed my toe REALLY badly walking up the stair and have been hobbling around all week.
When I was little, I injured the exact same foot, basically the exact same way. I was running to jump into a swimming pool, stubbed my toe and ripped 2 toenails off.
So now, after smashing my big toe on the same foot, I feel like I’m just waiting for the toenail to come off! I’ve been wearing slippers to work since the toe is still so swollen.
I have bad luck with toes.
(you’re welcome for not posting a photo of the injury itself)