break my toe while shrimping. I was going to put this in the Pit, but it is too Mundane, and oh so Pointless…
Yes, it is a completely stupid incident, and I probably shouldn’t be admitting to it. But darn it, my toe hurts!
I was dropping the net on the dock, trying to shake it out, and somehow it hit my toe just good enough to drop me. I literally ended up laying on the dock and crying because it hurt so bad. My toe started swelling up the second it happened, and now it looks like there is a thumb in the middle of my right foot.
Owie! Thank goodness I was alone, otherwise I would have to put up with the laughter of my friends and family. I called my dad, who told me that maybe I broke it, considering what it looks like. (It may not be broken per se, but it hurts like hell.)
I wasn’t even casting it out to catch anything, I just wanted to play around until my friend arrived. He and his friend got here about 8:30, and they caught about 2 pounds of shrimp.
So neener neener neener, shrimp net! You tried to deny me of my nice appetizer for dinner, but you were thwarted! If you weren’t brand new (bought tonight on the way home) I would probably have torn you into shreds by now.
My aunt brought a huge decorated sheetcake to our last family reunion inscribed with First Correctional Officer in the Family for my cousin Tammy’s new job. We need to order you a cake, child.
Eight weeks ago, I dropped a 2X4 on the little toe of my left foot while attempting to assemble a storage shelf. It hurt horribly at the time and it turned purple, but although I claimed to have broken the toe, I didn’t really believe it could be broken broken. As recently as last week, whenever I bumped that toe or someone stepped on it (with two children, a dog, and three cats, someone’s always stepping on my toes), it hurt badly enough to make me yelp. It’s slowly gotten better, but I have the feeling I’m going to end up with a weather-predicting toe.
Doesn’t it feel silly that something that tiny could hurt that badly?
Oh, that type of shrimping! After reading the first line, I was quite interested in learning how exactly that happened, but was, alas, sadly disappointed.
I too feel your pain…having endured the (relative) agony of a broken toe. Mine came about in equally strange circumstances back when I was still at high school. It was ‘Inter-school’ sports day, and I was the champion high-jumper from our school. To cut a very short story even shorter, I was doing the run-up to the bar, and at the last second realised I was not going to make it over so I ‘aborted’ the jump. Unfortunately, as I was swerving away from the bar, I stubbed my toes on the triangular frame that supported it, and did myself some damage in the process.
I couldn’t claim to have had an heroic injury…mine was that of a coward…
I broke my toe once, too. I dropped a bottle of tequila on it. Didn’t hurt so much at the time (thank you, tequila) but the next day, both my head and toe were throbbing.
I broke my toe once, too. I dropped a bottle of tequila on it. Didn’t hurt so much at the time (thank you, tequila) but the next day, both my head and toe were throbbing.
