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plonqI don't think it's broken, but it still hurts like hell.
I stubbed one my toe while I was bustling around in the kitchen, packing a lunch this morning. I had just cut the top off a package of processed chicken and was scurrying over to the garbage can with the plastic bits when the small toe of my left foot experienced simultaneous applications of inertia and momentum in a happenstance meeting with a shoe. If I could have filmed the meeting and replayed it in slow motion, it would probably be interesting from an academic viewpoint to watch the little toe twist and contort as it became compressed to one third of its usual length.
I admit that I uttered a few profanities as I hopped around and assessed the damage. The impact itself didn't hurt, but the toe is a long way from my head, and it took awhile for some of the straggling messages from its pain sensors to reach my brain. It started with a dull throb, and slowly built to a crescendo of agony, to the extent that I worried that I might have broken it. I don't believe that it's broken, but I think that I probably tore the nail back a bit -- not enough to bleed, but enough to elicit a wince with every step.
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atara was not to be outdone. She has not posted about it yet, but once things settle down a bit and she finds herself behind a keyboard, you will likely be treated to a hearty grump about the unfortunate start to her day. Look for the word "cat" to be used as both a noun and a curse.
I stubbed one my toe while I was bustling around in the kitchen, packing a lunch this morning. I had just cut the top off a package of processed chicken and was scurrying over to the garbage can with the plastic bits when the small toe of my left foot experienced simultaneous applications of inertia and momentum in a happenstance meeting with a shoe. If I could have filmed the meeting and replayed it in slow motion, it would probably be interesting from an academic viewpoint to watch the little toe twist and contort as it became compressed to one third of its usual length.
I admit that I uttered a few profanities as I hopped around and assessed the damage. The impact itself didn't hurt, but the toe is a long way from my head, and it took awhile for some of the straggling messages from its pain sensors to reach my brain. It started with a dull throb, and slowly built to a crescendo of agony, to the extent that I worried that I might have broken it. I don't believe that it's broken, but I think that I probably tore the nail back a bit -- not enough to bleed, but enough to elicit a wince with every step.
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atara was not to be outdone. She has not posted about it yet, but once things settle down a bit and she finds herself behind a keyboard, you will likely be treated to a hearty grump about the unfortunate start to her day. Look for the word "cat" to be used as both a noun and a curse.
