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Who stubs their toe(s) frequently?
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I have size 14 feet. They stick out too far and i still dont know the size of them, hence the walking into things and stubbing toesMonksMac said:for some reason I always trip over my bed,ottoman,etc. several times a day. It drives me insane. My feet feel so out of proportion!
To be absolutely honest, two to three times a year.
Worst time was when I got out of the shower, walked over to grab something, and wacked one of my toes against the toilet. It hurt SO SO SO SO SO SO bad. It was bruised and swollen for at least a week, and the pain didn't go away to a little later. It hurt.
Worst off, at the time I was going to a private school, which meant dressing up in a school uniform, and uniform style shoes...
Worst time was when I got out of the shower, walked over to grab something, and wacked one of my toes against the toilet. It hurt SO SO SO SO SO SO bad. It was bruised and swollen for at least a week, and the pain didn't go away to a little later. It hurt.
Worst off, at the time I was going to a private school, which meant dressing up in a school uniform, and uniform style shoes...
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Do you mean stub or break? I've never broken a toe but I drink sweet sweet cow nectar (milk) by the litre.
I stubbed my toe again today Walking from the bathroom to my room and I hit my toes on the corner of the door. aahahaha great times
Walking from the bathroom to my room and I hit my toes on the corner of the door. aahahaha great times All the time.
It hurts SOOO much because my big toe's toenail is kinda funkily shaped.. and I always manage to do it really hard and right on the edge of the toenail.
It hurts SOOO much because my big toe's toenail is kinda funkily shaped.. and I always manage to do it really hard and right on the edge of the toenail.
I stub my toes, run into things, get that weird "I'm falling" feeling that someone else mentioned when going up/down stairs.
Once I took a fall down the stairs with my iBook.
I was more concerned with my iBook than myself.
My family always pokes fun that my macs come first.
Then I get really pissed off.
I was more concerned with my iBook than myself.
My family always pokes fun that my macs come first.
Then I get really pissed off.
You might be related to WC Fields then... As the story goes, he managed to fall down a flight of stairs while holding a martini. Supposedly he broke his back, but didn't spill a drop.pink-pony115 said:
I'm reviving this thread just because stubbing my toes really pisses me off. And I think people can SERIOUSLY relate to this. Honestly? It hurts like hell. For the next 5 minutes after stubbing your toe, you're in constant pain. Ow.
Once you start suffering from "Gout" in your big toe, you quickly learn to be very careful where you're aiming your toes.
I stub my toes regularly, but once, when I was in the Caucasus, some years ago, en route from the bathroom, minus spectacles, and having just showered, I managed to walk into my (full) suitcase; there were stars dancing in front of my eyes and a feeling of excruciating agony in a small toe.
From experience, I knew this stuff (discomfort, pain, agony) usually passed after around half an hour. That particular day, it didn't.
Two days later, I was still limping, and - upon examination - my toe had gone some strange shade of deep ominous purple bordering on darkest velvet midnight black.
A quick search online made me aware of some things I think I might have preferred not to know.
Now, I was in the country in a senior capacity to observe an election, and the thought of being repatriated home at the start of a deployment due to last a few months on account of a broken toe (I could imagine the howls of laughter of my colleagues) didn't really bear thinking about. Besides, I was to be driven (almost) everywhere in a nice BMW X5.
So, I said nothing, limped a bit until I limped no longer, and observed the election.
From experience, I knew this stuff (discomfort, pain, agony) usually passed after around half an hour. That particular day, it didn't.
Two days later, I was still limping, and - upon examination - my toe had gone some strange shade of deep ominous purple bordering on darkest velvet midnight black.
A quick search online made me aware of some things I think I might have preferred not to know.
Now, I was in the country in a senior capacity to observe an election, and the thought of being repatriated home at the start of a deployment due to last a few months on account of a broken toe (I could imagine the howls of laughter of my colleagues) didn't really bear thinking about. Besides, I was to be driven (almost) everywhere in a nice BMW X5.
So, I said nothing, limped a bit until I limped no longer, and observed the election.
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Oh the pretentious humble bragging drama. Never missing an opportunity to slide in...
I love the Ronnie Lott approach. When faced with a little finger injury requiring surgery that would make him miss the Super Bowl, he elected to have a portion of it amputated. And he played. No flowery fluff. Just cut it off.
I love the Ronnie Lott approach. When faced with a little finger injury requiring surgery that would make him miss the Super Bowl, he elected to have a portion of it amputated. And he played. No flowery fluff. Just cut it off.
Believe me, you would have remembered. You have just enough time to know it's gonna hurt like hell and there's nothing you can do to stop it because it has already happened.
Last time I stubbed my toe was after a bro had left five-pound weights on a barbell that had rolled out a bit at an angle from under a table in the foyer of my apartment. I was in a rush to get some bill payments to the mail chute outside my apartment, and connected at top speed with an end of the barbell while wearing flip flop sandals on my feet. Yeah. I wanted to die even before the pain hit.
Also, I nearly compounded the disaster by crashing into a wall after being startled by the meetup with the barbell underfoot; as I withdrew from that situation I grabbed the edge of the marble top table and almost pulled that onto my feet as well. "Death is nature's way of telling you to slow down"...
I am very lucky as I can't recall a time I've done that. However, with my heart condition I've hugged a few walls, stairs, and floors!
