February 22, 2003

Perfect Timing

I scheduled Friday and Monday as vacation days so that I could finish some outstanding work I have at home. Cleaning my room, finishing off some client sites, fixing up my own site, doing my taxes and getting more organized. I was also hoping to shoot a roll of black & white so I'll have something to develop for this week.

But on Thursday night, I'm racing down a narrow hallway and slam the three smallest toes on my right foot against a doorframe as the rest of me continues on at about 30 miles/hour. Trying to describe the pain would be useless, as I don't have any words that would approach the intensity...let's just say it was very very painful.

Initially I thought I had broken something, as it hurt like fire to move the toes even a micrometer. After laying on the couch for a while and an application of frozen shrimp (it's all that was available), the pain had subsided, so I tried to stand up. It felt like I'd stepped on a really sharp, rusty, pissed-off nail. A useful reminder not to put any weight on it.

So, here I am, two days later, with a very sore foot and not much accomplished yesterday because the only thing I could really do was limp. I managed to get half of my room cleaned and organized (the small half), but I am abandoning the rest as I really need to get some client work completed.

As Marlas would say: Stoopid toe.