Monday, 27 July 2015

Me vs A Step Stool

Ever had one of those days where you're cleaning up after dinner and trip over your kid's step stool even though your kids aren't home and aren't using it but they didn't put it away when they were done with it?

And then while you were tripping over it, you smashed your toe into it really, really hard? Then you hopped around like an idiot for a few minutes waiting for the pain to subside but it didn't, so you ice it, take some pain killers and spend the rest of the evening hoping that you haven't ruined your vacation week by breaking your foot?

Then the next day when it still hurts you pretend that it's ok because you still want to go horse back riding, which you do anyway despite your now obvious limp, but then ride like a boss and don't fall off this time?

And finally, when you finally give up and go to the doctor to check to see if it's broken, because at this point it really hurts and is probably broken, and then they take x-rays and your poor little throbbing toe is actually fine but still hurts like a bitch for no reason other than it just does?

Yeah, didn't think so. 

I hate that stool.

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