Ouch, That Hurts!

Last night as Andrew and I were preparing dinner, I went to step over his foot and didn't quite make it. My little toe ran right into the side of his big shod foot. I heard a snap but thought it must have been something else. When Andrew said he heard it too, I wondered if my toe could be broken. It didn't hurt as much as I thought a broken toe should, though.

This morning, I was in a hurry to get ready for the gym and didn't remember the injury until I put on my shoes. I could feel pressure on my little toe in the shoe, but it didn't seem that bad. I didn't notice the bruise until I got back from the gym and took off my shoe.


It looks worse than it is. I'm sure it's not broken or anything and only hurts when direct pressure is applied. At least, the bruise looks good with my purple nail polish.