Yup. Self harm. Not on purpose, just due to me being an accident prone klutz. For shame, Robert.

Last night I was walking from the kitchen to my bedroom, fully intending to jump into bed and go to sleep for the night. Instead of doing that though, I stubbed my toe on a little piece of furniture that lives next to my bed. I stubbed my toe really, really hard. Oh my fuck did it hurt. Like… I almost screamed, involuntarily. It hurt. 

My first thought upon getting myself under control so that I could think about something other than how much it hurt was did I just break my toe? At the time I didn’t think so. This morning though…

When I woke up six or seven hours later my toe still hurt. I limped a little as I walked around but I was okay. I was asking myself if I was going to be able to do my morning exercise which normally involves a lot of running in place. I thought I’d be okay. Then I put my shoes on. Nope. My foot was swollen enough that wearing a sneaker made it hurt a lot more. Nope, no running in place for me. I did my 45 minutes of exercise on our stationary bike instead.

I started wondering yet again, did I break my toe? I was pretty convinced that I did. Now, a full work day later, I don’t know. It still hurts like a mutha, but not as much as it did. Is it broken or not? I don’t know. I will live with it for a couple of days. If it doesn’t feel better by Friday I’ll go see a doctor. I think it will be okay. Well… physically it will be okay. Psychologically? Emotionally? Spiritually? Not so much… you friggin’ doofus.