TOE's WOEs

Woe is me ... woe is me ... screams my little pinky toe.

As you know we're doin' a little creative rearranging in our house these last couple of weeks.  This included moving a fairly large TV (not a flat screen plasma TV silly, a BIG tube type TV) from it's perch safe a-top a dresser in a bedroom to a temporary spot on our bedroom floor.

Fast forward 2 days and nights.  Mother Nature called to me ... "Von!!! oh Vonda!!! -- it's 3 a.m. time to ... ".  So up I get, and begin my trek to the bathroom.  B--OING!!!  Suddenly my toe or toes (remember I was walking in my sleep, sorta) met up with that huge honkin' TV there in the dark.  I remember thinking ... "that's gonna hurt".  Went potty, back to bed ...

Now, you young-uns won't understand this part until ... later!  But there are days when this hurts or that hurts and you sorta get to the point where you acknowledge "hmm?  this is today's pain-o-the-day" and on you go.  All the next morning my foot hurt.  I'm just thinking the sore foot was the pain-o-the-day.

UNTIL I get to my afternoon office where I often will kick off my shoes under my desk.  Well, FLIP! goes the shoe and OUCH! went the foot.  I took the first look at the ailing foot and suddenly the purpleness reminded me "HEY!! I kicked a TV last night!  I was right, it IS gonna hurt!"  (Der!)

So I march on (that's funny, isn't it?  marching on a sore toe?) through life.  Kicking and banging my poor little pinky toe on everything in site (and some not in site).

And then yesterday afternoon ... (der!-- I'll just PRE-'der myself here!) ... I had to run pick up something at home* and deliver it to one of my group homes.  I had to run to the store and get some WD-40 to help one of my visually impaired residents find the key hole on her door so she could get in (yes, even I don't understand how WD-40 helps her FIND a key hole). 

Then I put WD-40 in all the locks at Fulton Place - 22 doors, not counting closets and stuff.  ALL THE WHILE ... I'm thinking MAN!  my toe REALLY hurts today.  Limp-limp-LIMP.

Finally I'm done with all this running around and walk into my office.  I look down as I go to kick off my sandal.  There is my poor purple pinky toe poking OUT of my sandal.  Somehow his swollen little toe-body apparently didn't fit smoothly into my sandal as I slipped it on earlier and popped out the side where he was hanging on for dear life through the whole ordeal of the afternoon.

I wonder how many people saw my toe in woe and didn't even mention -- "hey lady? you know you're 'sposed to put ALL your toes in your sandal?  not just  a few?"  (Really now, if you saw that you'd say -- how dorky is that woman anyway?)

You can't imagine how much better a purple pinky toe can feel once it's not poking outside of a sandal and being sawed at by a piece of leather strap every step you take.

So how's stuff at YOUR house?

Love and kisses to all!

*PS  The TV is gone now -- the thing I had to run home for was the remote control.  We gave it to a young man who is moving into one of the group homes and needed a TV.