Some of you may remember that I broke my toe last Monday.
I was doing better. Although my foot was primarily still blue, I was walking normally. Still unable to wear shoes, but thankfully Spring had arrived and flip-flops were working.
Yesterday, though, I didn't realize my baby was standing behind me. I turned around and tripped over her. Somehow my broken toe tangled in her clothing and was pushed sideways again (the way I suspect I broke it in the first place).
(If you're curious, on the diagram, the smallest phalanges, near the metatarsal-phalangeal joint, is the broken one.)
So now I'm back to square one. Spent yesterday limping. Today it doesn't hurt as badly, but I have to keep moving or it gets numb.
I'm also fitting into pants that were too big for me when I lived in China. I'm blaming it on the fact that I haven't exercised in a week, but am eating the same amount of food as when I was exercising. (Actually, maybe more food than when I was excercising. There's something about sitting around that makes a person hungry!)
I even had to say no to the Oreo cookies on sale at Safeway this morning, because I knew I wouldn't be able to work off the calories. *sob*
So, what's my positive spin here? I should have listened to Sharon when she told me to keep tape on the toe? (Confession: I still don't have tape on the toe because it gets numb when there's tape on it and I hate numb more than pain, believe it or not.) I'm happy that I have more of an excuse to sit endlessly on my butt in front of the computer? Hmm.
Help me out here. Can you find a positive spin for this situation?
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