Who Needs Sympathy Pains? I Give You the Real Thing!

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One of my best friends Tish broke her foot recently. She has to wear a cute little foot brace and everything. Can't go up steps. Can't even get a real cast because the place where it's broken isn't in an area where a cast would help.

I feel her pain doesn't even begin to describe things at this moment.

Nor does this:

"Bear ye one another’s burdens, and so fulfil the law of Christ."

About 20 minutes ago I ran my right foot directly into our dvd stand. I hurt. That throbbing stubbed toe pain. I fell over and sat down on the coffee table, silently cursing myself for being so dramatic over a stubbed toe. Matt ran and got a flashlight and that's when we noticed the blood . . . all over the floor.

"Gah! The carpet!" Was my first natural thought.

He ran me into the bathroom where I spent ten minutes rinsing, washing and hydroperoxiding the heck out of my injury, only to discover that the only bandages we have in the new apartment are tiny Spider-Man bandaids.

Pretty sure it's sprained.

Might even be fractured.

One thing I do know is that I'm currently missing my poor pinky toenail and I feel naked (and swollen) without it.

My carpet is still stained too.

"You're like the best friend ever." Tish said to me when I called her in hysterics to let her know she was no longer the lone pedestool in a bi-ped world. It's kinda worth it, but not really cause it wasn't on purpose. And here I thought I would have nothing to blog about today.

People I Blame for my Broken Toe:

1. Tish - for starting a new trend.
2. My little sister - who texted me resulting in my original need to get up from the couch.
3. Tiffany - for having to leave, cause if she was here, it wouldn't have happened. Okay well it probably would have anyways.
   
4. Matt - for owning a DVD rack in the first place.
5. Myself -  for being such an awesome friend that subconsciously I wanted to break my own foot to make my friend feel better.

Daily Gratitudes:

1. An awesome husband who momentarily put aside his issue with blood to help me.
2. He also cleaned the carpet.
3. My puppies who cried because I was in pain and they didn't know what to do.
4. I'm grateful the DVD rack was made of wood and not steel.
5. Spider-Man bandaids.

PS: While I was in the surgeon mode I was tempted to ask Matt for my camera so I could take pictures to blog about it later . . . but I was afraid of what his reaction would be.  

PPS: Ironically earlier today I went to see my acupuncturist to help get rid of the pain in my knee . . . so I could WALK BETTER. 




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