OY!

I woke up on the cranky side of the bed this morning. I know, you’re probably thinking “my, how unusual of you, Donna.” Yeah … well, fuck you too. It’s Monday. 

I stubbed my toe last night – the one that’s still recovering from that nasty ingrown toenail debacle from this past winter. The one that put me in hospital for a couple of days. Yeah, that fun time. Healing has been encumbered by having to wear a stupid, tight compression sock due to my stupid vascular issues which are magnified by the stupid nerve damage I have from the stupid brain surgery complications of a few years ago. 

Wanna know how I stubbed my toe? I rolled over in bed funny. Aren't I a major talent? Must’ve caught my toe in the sheet as I tried to avoid booting Cake who was sleeping at the foot of the bed.

Fuck my life.

I just did a search on how to treat a stubbed toe. R.I.C.E. Rest, Ice, Compression, and Elevation. So, today I'll not wear my strangling compression socks, stay off the elliptical, keep my foot elevated and see how things look tomorrow. MEGA sigh!

If you can't annoy somebody, there is little point in writing.
~ Kingsley Amis, Lucky Jim