I was just so happy this morning when I broke my stupid toe on the solar panels! I kicked a panel accidently because I was too involved in admiring how long my new jeans are. ‘Ooh,’ I said outloud. ‘I might even have to roll them up.’ This is something quite novel for a 6ft woman. The next thing I know, I’m going one way and my toe is going the other. ‘Oh joy,’ I said as I felt it break. ‘This will be so helpful when I go on the hike. I’m really so very happy this happened.’ Then I did a little jig after which I rode to town on a unicorn along a road made of rainbows!
Don’t think for a second that a broken toe will stop me. It’s about 3 different shades of purple, but purple has always been my favourite colour. Besides, I’ve got 9 other toes that aren’t broken 😉
All of this on top of an ant bite on my upper thigh two days before. I’m allergic to ants and wasps, which is actually a good thing in light of the toe because the lump the size of my entire hand on my leg hurts way more than the toe, so averaging the pain out across both areas of tragedy means that neither of them hurt at all. See, problem solvered.