I broke my toe. Again. Same toe too.
All I can say is: re-tar-ded! Here's how it happened...
Luke and I were in my bedroom on Monday evening. He was jumping on the bed. I was telling him to stop. I thought I'd gotten him to stop - at least for a little while - so I left the room to get his bottle from the living room.
I got as far as the dining room when I heard a loud THUNK. Then a brief moment of silence. Then screaming and crying.
HE BOUNCED HIMSELF OFF THE BED.
So I turned around and went running back into the kitchen (to get to the bedroom) ... and that's when it happened. As I ran by... I kicked the leg of the kitchen island/butcher block. Jesus christ it hurt.
I couldn't stop though because Luke was still hollering. I hobbled the rest of the way. He was fine... just bumped his head a bit. I however ... am not fine. My toe is broken. I saw it on the x-ray.
The good news? My doc gave me vicodin! Weeeeeeeee.