I read once that we're evolving out of our little toes. We no longer need them for balance, or for gripping a tree branch.
I tell you this because I think I broke the little piggy that goes to the market. AKA, the little toe.
I cracked it on the table yesterday at lunch. It hurt like crazy, but I thought it was just a simple crack of the toe. We stub our toes all the time. What's the big whoop? Then, later whilst cleaning the kitchen, I took a stutter step and came down hard on the foot that had the dodgy digit.
And holy did I cry like this:
At my yelp, Rhona came running. I would like to say that i am a tough guy. But that friggin hurt. I iced it, and now I'm limping like a gimp.
It only hurts when I walk.