Ouch!!

The other night when I was carrying Anton back to his bed (after he'd been for his last toilet visit for the night) I stubbed my toe! Had to bite my tongue to not shout out loud into Anton's ear but I didn't think it was too bad... After getting myself ready for bed as well and whilst crawling into bed I felt PAIN shooting up my leg from my little toe!! OUCH!! What the *bliiip*!! :'[


Realising my toe actually might be totally detached (and that I just hadn't realised it until that instant) and possibly laying lurking under my bed (since that's where I stubbed the toe) I didn't dare to look down and cried for S to help!

"My toe, my toe, my baby toe!!"
"What about it? Is it broken again?" was his reply, understandably so since I have...twice!

He had a look and calmly replied... "Its still there...but the nail isn't...."

The pain multiplied by about a 100 times after hearing that! OUCH!! :(
After getting a plaster on it (a plaster always makes boo-boos better didn't you know?) ;) I managed to crawl into bed and fall asleep...spent the following day limping about in the garden but the following evening it felt much better and is not sore at all.

Long post about a very little toe...sorry!

E.