My toe that is. On my left foot . . . the one to the right of the little toe. It’s all kinds of shades of purple, blue and black!
I was walking through the bedroom and cracked it HARD on the leg of the coffee table. The pain was almost as great as child birth. Seriously! I screamed so loud – everyone in the house came running, and I’m pretty sure my kids heard words come out of their mother’s mouth that even THEY have never heard before!
I’m wondering how I’m supposed to ski with a broken toe that hurts so much I can’t even put on a tennis shoe, much less a ski boot! Leanne’s hubby, Mark, told me that all I need to do is get it out there – and once it gets frozen, I won’t feel a thing.
Maybe. But in the meantime…. OW!