Everything was fine today, until I got out of bed. All I did all night was sleep, so I don't know how I hurt myself. I don't know why the pain in the second toe on my left foot was so bad that I could hardly walk. Couldn't walk at all without dragging that foot. I could get up the stairs but had to hop down.
It's some sort of strain, I suppose. It can't be broken, because I've had a broken toe and that's much more painful than this. I tried resting it, and when that didn't work I tried walking it off, but it kept getting worse. I tried getting by with and without shoes (for the record, better without, except when I'm walking). It never got to the point where I couldn't get around at all, so all I can do is hope time will knit and mend.
I didn't have to move around much anyway today. I had to make a trip to the bank, and pick up a few things (yogurt, not donuts) at the store. I was still walking almost normally then. All three waste containers had to be hauled back from the curb, and luckily two of the three were empty this morning, before the toe got so bad. It took a lot longer to retrieve the third one late this afternoon.
At the end of the day, this was one more excuse not to work in the yard. I have a tendency to be a slight hypochondriac, which is ironically the reason I avoid doctors like the ... well, certainly not like the plague, but like something I want to avoid. Like Fourth Street at rush hour, maybe, or amateur productions of "Pippin."
Anyway, the point I was getting to was that it's almost a relief in a way to have something so bad that I really suffer, instead of just a little twinge that I can imagine into a big bad Condition. I don't have to wonder if the pain means something. What it means is, ouch.