Just hop around until you stub the other one
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Many years ago, I think seven but maybe more, I was on a trip with my wife. We were staying at a B&B. One of the nights she went out and I stayed in. I was not familiar with the room but was walking around it with nary a concern on my mind; as a result, when I rounded the coffee table, I casually swung my off foot with the turn, which brought my foot under the edge of the loveseat.
Turns out, there was a 4x4 support exactly in the path of said swing and I had mashed my toes into it with the full force of casual walking turn. I don't remember how much noise I made, but I don't think it was quiet. Recovery for that was basically just limping and complaining for the rest of the trip.
Later, three years ago, I broke my other - before this event, good - ankle in a fall. I went to the hospital and had it surgically addressed. (Incidentally, I actually made less noise than you might expect when all of this happened.)
Now, I'm not often in a position where the best way to pass the time is to hang my head and stare at my naked toes, but it does happen. When it does, I notice that the toes on my right foot (the broken ankle one) are wonderfully straight, aligned parallel to each other, just generally how I imagine healthy toes.
On the left foot - the one that kicked a solid, fixed piece of wood - the toes turn every which way, few or none pointing the same direction; one of them goes fairly straight, then suddenly veers off on a new adventure after the last knuckle; one has a misshapen nail; one has a non-rounded toetip. They don't hurt or (IMHO) look particularly ugly and they're still functional, but they're not the visually idealized version of toes.
I have no idea how my toes looked before either circumstance, so maybe this was always the way, but I always wonder if the left toes got misaligned because I never sought medical attention for it; whether the right ones are so straight because they lined them up in surgery; or maybe some combination of the two.
Anyway, I assume this is the kind of response you were looking for when you made a post about toe stubbing.
Well even very broken toes only get some tape and advice about wearing stiff shoes, so it would probably not have made much difference anyway. The one exception being large fractures involving the joints in the big toe.
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What I find interesting is that moment when you can tell it will hurt but it hasn’t been processed by your brain yet.
And then you get to find out just how much it’s gonna hurt.
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Many years ago, I think seven but maybe more, I was on a trip with my wife. We were staying at a B&B. One of the nights she went out and I stayed in. I was not familiar with the room but was walking around it with nary a concern on my mind; as a result, when I rounded the coffee table, I casually swung my off foot with the turn, which brought my foot under the edge of the loveseat.
Turns out, there was a 4x4 support exactly in the path of said swing and I had mashed my toes into it with the full force of casual walking turn. I don't remember how much noise I made, but I don't think it was quiet. Recovery for that was basically just limping and complaining for the rest of the trip.
Later, three years ago, I broke my other - before this event, good - ankle in a fall. I went to the hospital and had it surgically addressed. (Incidentally, I actually made less noise than you might expect when all of this happened.)
Now, I'm not often in a position where the best way to pass the time is to hang my head and stare at my naked toes, but it does happen. When it does, I notice that the toes on my right foot (the broken ankle one) are wonderfully straight, aligned parallel to each other, just generally how I imagine healthy toes.
On the left foot - the one that kicked a solid, fixed piece of wood - the toes turn every which way, few or none pointing the same direction; one of them goes fairly straight, then suddenly veers off on a new adventure after the last knuckle; one has a misshapen nail; one has a non-rounded toetip. They don't hurt or (IMHO) look particularly ugly and they're still functional, but they're not the visually idealized version of toes.
I have no idea how my toes looked before either circumstance, so maybe this was always the way, but I always wonder if the left toes got misaligned because I never sought medical attention for it; whether the right ones are so straight because they lined them up in surgery; or maybe some combination of the two.
Anyway, I assume this is the kind of response you were looking for when you made a post about toe stubbing.
wrote last edited by [email protected]"I think seven but maybe more, I was on a trip with my wife."
I read that as: I think I was seven but maybe more, I was on a trip with my wife. And really thought this story was about to take a completely different direction. Reading disabilities can be fun sometimes lol.
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Well even very broken toes only get some tape and advice about wearing stiff shoes, so it would probably not have made much difference anyway. The one exception being large fractures involving the joints in the big toe.
Well, hopefully I didn't have that! Thank you for the information.
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"I think seven but maybe more, I was on a trip with my wife."
I read that as: I think I was seven but maybe more, I was on a trip with my wife. And really thought this story was about to take a completely different direction. Reading disabilities can be fun sometimes lol.
Nah, sorry for the confusion. Age seven was when I broke my arm. I don't know what my wife was doing at the time.
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Nah, sorry for the confusion. Age seven was when I broke my arm. I don't know what my wife was doing at the time.
I broke my arm around the same age, must be a right of passage. I was pretending to sleep on a stone cistern and rolled off...
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I broke my arm around the same age, must be a right of passage. I was pretending to sleep on a stone cistern and rolled off...
That sounds rather frightening and uncomfortable. My condolences.
I was trying to catch a super bouncy ball in an inverted traffic cone and tripped on a drainage device on the edge of my driveway, then my brother did the same and landed on my arm.
Whether it was broken before or after he landed on it depends on whether you ask him or me.
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That sounds rather frightening and uncomfortable. My condolences.
I was trying to catch a super bouncy ball in an inverted traffic cone and tripped on a drainage device on the edge of my driveway, then my brother did the same and landed on my arm.
Whether it was broken before or after he landed on it depends on whether you ask him or me.
Inverted... traffic cone? Like you pushed it inside out?
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Inverted... traffic cone? Like you pushed it inside out?
No, I just held it by the narrow end so that the bottom - the wider end - was pointed upward. It was the last day of school and I had come up with a game to celebrate.
The game was, my two brothers and I would stand in a triangle holding traffic cones like this. Holding them upside down exposed the hollow interior.
Our dad would stand in the middle of the triangle and throw a super bouncy ball like this as hard as he could against the driveway so that it would rise far into the air as he got out of the way.
As soon as he was out of the way, my brothers and I would run around with our upside-down traffic cones, trying to catch the ball in their hollow interiors.
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No, I just held it by the narrow end so that the bottom - the wider end - was pointed upward. It was the last day of school and I had come up with a game to celebrate.
The game was, my two brothers and I would stand in a triangle holding traffic cones like this. Holding them upside down exposed the hollow interior.
Our dad would stand in the middle of the triangle and throw a super bouncy ball like this as hard as he could against the driveway so that it would rise far into the air as he got out of the way.
As soon as he was out of the way, my brothers and I would run around with our upside-down traffic cones, trying to catch the ball in their hollow interiors.
Sounds like a real good time honestly. Socks it ended in a broken bone, but that's kids I suppose.
Mines a bad memory, my mother thought I was faking it and ignored me, my dad had to take me to the doctor two days later when it was his turn for custody. My mom was called many a bad names that day lol.
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Sounds like a real good time honestly. Socks it ended in a broken bone, but that's kids I suppose.
Mines a bad memory, my mother thought I was faking it and ignored me, my dad had to take me to the doctor two days later when it was his turn for custody. My mom was called many a bad names that day lol.
Holy crap, two days with a broken bone? Mine was very visibly broken - wobbly with a U shape in the middle. I'm glad I didn't have to endure that for two days; I'm sorry you did.
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Holy crap, two days with a broken bone? Mine was very visibly broken - wobbly with a U shape in the middle. I'm glad I didn't have to endure that for two days; I'm sorry you did.
It was going on 30 years ago for me, it's nothing but a memory now. Though, did teach me not to trust my mom which has helped me through life sadly. There's always a lesson to learn from everything. Such as don't pretend to sleep on cisterns.
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It was going on 30 years ago for me, it's nothing but a memory now. Though, did teach me not to trust my mom which has helped me through life sadly. There's always a lesson to learn from everything. Such as don't pretend to sleep on cisterns.
Same for the first - perhaps our breakages were in a similar timeframe.
Re: the last, this is wisdom you should be sure to pass on to others.
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Same for the first - perhaps our breakages were in a similar timeframe.
Re: the last, this is wisdom you should be sure to pass on to others.
The real question is how to get others to listen, thats the tricky part.
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What I find interesting is that moment when you can tell it will hurt but it hasn’t been processed by your brain yet.
And then you get to find out just how much it’s gonna hurt.
Lol yeah your brain gives you just enough time to be like "aww fuck here it coommmmmeeesss"
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Really good game though!
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The beast that shouted LOVE at the heart of the world!
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God that book (short story? Novelette?) was dark.
