…would swear and shout and hop up and down and maybe shed just one tear followed by much more swearing. Then all would be well again.
Me? I got up, smashed my foot against the sofa, hopped once, said “Fuck” followed shortly by “sorry language”! And hobbled out the door.
Any normal person would have been fine again in a hour.
Me nearly 24 hours later and I am limp, limp, limp. No obvious damage to my middle toe of my right foot but I can’t walk and it hurts like a bastard. I am sat at work, really dying for a cup of tea but too scared to get one because I am hobbling too much with a throbbing toe, lost in my daydreams of it dropping off and me finding it stuck in the end of my sock when I take them off later tonight. Leonie – any tips?