Uhhhh...how do you know if you've got a broken toe?
And no, I didn't go back for a Sunday Habby Hour - I can't keep that kinda pace anymore anyway.
I was working in the yard this afternoon and had the dogs with me - the 5 mo. old puppy got ahold of some leaves from a bush that makes her hurl something wicked so I was chasing her to get it outta her mouth and BAM! - I took the forward header of the century with a half twist chasing her up the deck stairs and careened off a support post - my feet were muddy and the deck was wet, it was a freakin' beauty.
So anyway, I'm sitting here, my toe is getting blacker and hurts like hell, can't put any weight on it - the knuckles on my right hand are swollen (just like the old days) and I got a cut on my left. Christ, I thought I had broken a finger, too.
I hope the sonovabitch ain't broken - but if you see a guy at Wachusett next week with a walker and a sand spike duct-taped to it, you'll know what happened.
Goddammit
So anyway:
1. Whaddya think - is it broke?
2. Do I need to start looking for a boat and stay the hell off the rocks?
Ah the shame of it, I can't believe I just said that....this is mortifyin', boats, the beginning of the end!
Ah, Jesus Mary and Joseph, the next thing ya know, I'll be sittin' down to pee and I'll be left behind with the squaws and kids.
#%$@&$^#%#