It was a calm morning until my wife decided to break my little toe. How did it happen? It is still a mystery to me. All I know is that somehow the leg of the chair upon which she reposed ended up whacking my poor toe. I jumped around awhile on the good foot; it hurt too much to touch the other. I put my foot up and rested and then we needed to get out on a few errands for the day–we had planned the day for rest and errands.
All was well, pain, but bearable, and then may wife said, “Let’s cross the street,” unaware that a bicycle was coming down that street at a rather high speed. Yes, of course, we walked straight in front of it. How is it that the only thing that got damaged was that same toe??? The young fellow on the bike, other than yelling in fright that he had just plowed into two older Americans, made the sign of the cross and drove off. I was hopping around on one foot again, and I thought the first injury hurt! Yes, of course, it was pedestrian only, no cab to hail, and I had to limp to our apartment hotel. Yes, of course, it was uneven cobblestone all the way.
My purple toe is now somewhat pain free, after extra strength pain killers and after deciding to stay ten feet away from my wife. It has not popped/cracked in the past few hours. I cannot feel the toe but, God willing, it will be better tomorrow. WEG