I think I just broke my toe. Again! I caught it on a corner and heard it snap. :smack: :mad:
I know there is nothing to do for it except ice and elevate. I’m just whining while I do so. I hate living alone sometimes.
Could be worse.
Could be lying on the floor from a heart attack while your 69 cats feast on your belly. 
Here’s a pillow for your foot. Can I get you a cup of tea or hot chocolate?
That certainly puts some things in perspective! I know it could be worse. I’m thankful it’s not, but I’ve had a supremely sucky month and I wanna piss and moan and whine and complain a bit.
Go ahead and bitch and moan. It is everybody’s inalienable right to bitch and moan sometimes. You need an alcoholic beverage of choice (that is if you drink, if you don’t then substitute whatever makes ya feel good) and ice cream, STAT.
Oh, by all means, complain. Stubbed toes are no fun, I can imagine the agony of breaking one.
It could be worse. You could be that unfortunate Australian guy who nailed his scrotum to the roof with a nailgun.
Deploying Chunky Monkey now!
I’ll send over some beer so you can make floats.
My mom broke her toe two years ago. She was angry at the garage door opener because it was sticking, so she kicked the track on the side of the door.
Just be grateful yours was caused by an accident and not stupidity. It’s a lot easier to explain.
I now wear a pair of topsiders at all times in the house, unless I’m sitting or sleeping. I managed to kick the baseboard and am pretty sure I broke my little toe, as it’s bothered me ever since. I highly recommend a pair of house shoes or sturdy slippers.
Good advice! I’ve broken a toe 4 times over the years, always from stupidly running around barefoot and kicking something. Thinking of getting a pair of steel-toed work shoes for slippers.
The worst part is when somebody asks how you broke it, and you know there is no intelligent way to do it, so you either have to sheepishly admit what you did or make up some great war story.
I’m not making light of anyone’s pain. I have experianced the double-agony of walking around the house at night barefoot. The first agony is when you step on a toy in the dark that cuts the hell out of the bottom of your foot. The second agony is having to explain why ‘you broke their toy’ the next day. :rolleyes:
I don’t have kids toys to deal with, but I have stepped on the occasional Nylabone that the dog left out. They know to put their toys away. Those things hurt like hell to step on.
To update you on my toe, it’s not hurting so bad today so maybe not broken (YAY!), but it is mostly black.
My bf was house-sitting for me and an ex-bf called and was leaving a message on my answering machine. Current bf, fearing I would think he was listening to my messages, lunged for the machine (doesn’t make sense to me, either, just reporting what he said), and crashed into something or another in the process and broke a toe. Pain AND embarrassment.