Remember this? Me too. That time I tripped on Mike's crap in the middle of the bedroom floor in the dark. This time? I haven't got a clue.
I felt fine in the morning, Riley and I went to church and we walked around quite a bit. No issues. Then I came home put her down for nap and laid down. I was laying there watching The IT Crowd (Netflix has it streaming, it's amazing) and all the sudden I was aware of intense pain in my foot. My big toe on my right foot was killing me. I thought "Ouch, that hurts really bad. It almost feels like...Oh, no!" I tried to wiggle it, no dice. Broken again, but how?
I remember it took awhile to feel it last time too. I think the adrenaline wears off before it registers. So weird. I asked Mike to check for bruising this time. He didn't see any last night, but I went through the roof when he touched it. I remembered that the bruising didn't show up until the next day last time.
Like I need one more physically limiting situation, come on! Anyway, it hurts a lot. I feel dumb for not having a clue what I did. I just hope it heals quickly. I'm going to get some socks with fragile stamped on them.
We will forever wonder at the bruises that appear on our bodies. I hate it when someone says,, “WHat happened there?” Oh puh-leeze, I don’t know or remember or even care for that matter. Makes no difference where it came from, it’s Here in full color.
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