Saturday, August 29, 2009

OW

I was standing behind Barak in the kitchen this afternoon, barefoot, watching him do a puzzle, when he shifted his chair slightly and one of the feet of the chair (is the bottom of a chair leg a foot?) landed smack on the base of my second-to-smallest toe. I heard a weird little crunch, which might have been, um, my toe breaking. It's been about five or six hours. It looks fine, just a little puffy; it hurts, but I can walk on it. Nothing I can do about it anyway, broken or not--but tomorrow I need to walk two miles thisaway for Barak's lice check and then two more miles thataway for him to meet his rebbe and then almost a mile home. MHH is working so there's nobody to do it for me; if he doesn't go to lice check he doesn't start school, and although I guess he could technically miss "meet your rebbe, see your classroom" he's really looking forward to it. Wonder if I can get someone else to check his hair for me...

1 comment:

Yasmin said...

So how's the foot, after all?