Little Things Hurt The Most

Earlier this month, Jenn of Coffee on the Porch with Me wrote about stubbing and breaking one of her baby toes (click here to read her post). YOUCH!

This reminded me of my own painful experience in this area. Thirty-five years ago, I broke a baby toe one morning while stumbling around still half asleep and stubbing my bare foot against my full, heavy briefcase sitting on the floor.

It hurt so much I couldn't even SWEAR. I just stood there, bent over in incredible pain, my mouth silently opening and closing like a goddamn fish.

Broken baby toes can't really be set or fixed by doctors. So I followed the time-honoured procedure of simply taping it to my other toes, wearing tight, supportive shoes and limping around until it healed (which took forever). Even now, decades later, it still occasionally aches from arthritis due to that ancient breakage.

That was the end of my going barefoot at home, too. Since then, I always wear sturdy slippers to protect my toes against occasional, but inevitable, incidents of stubbing.