I have a broken toe. The diagnosis was confirmed via photos I emailed to several medical professionals related to me by blood or time.
Recalling my recently broken wrist you might assume me clumsy, accident prone, or affected with Münchausen syndrome. However, the agent of the disaster was a heavy wood stool, part of a trio I’ve been meaning to replace for a year. I was meandering through the dark kitchen the other night when one of these vile excuses for counter seating got in my toe’s way.
When what I thought was a classic stub toe ended up throbbing well into the next afternoon I gave it further inspection. Finding the toe streaked with purplish black, to cover all bases and verify the chance of needing an amputation was slim, I took a photo and sent it off. Consequently, I am taping two toes together and abandoning the flip flops for sturdier shoes. I have been told I need no other treatment at this time.
There is no repaying these cyberspace diagnosticians of mine. That’s the problem with not being a professional in the way of a doctor, accountant, lawyer, or agent to the stars. I have very little to offer friends and family in times of crisis. Even my mixology talent is limited to gin and tonic, tequila straight up, or a martini. Though I can shake or stir with equal expertise. In general there is very little practical use for someone who compiles and analyzes facts and observations. As you can imagine, the “help me please my statistical data is totally out of whack” pleas are few and far between.
Such is life.
Enjoy your weekend — she says patronizingly, as if anyone is going to “not enjoy their weekend on purpose.
And because you can’t go wrong with lyrics like “what’s your name (what’s your name), who’s your daddy (who’ your daddy), (he rich), is he rich like me “, even when performed by men old enough to be my father’s much older brothers. I give you my August obsession, The Zombies, singing Time of the Season.
There’s a funkier one on Compulsions, with their much younger voices, and a un-embeddable but awesome version here.
If only you could mend my broken chi-squared.
Hope your toe feels better soon.
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I can probably adjust it, though it would be highly unethical. ;)
And here I thought the definition of ‘shin’ was a bodypart made for finding furniture in the dark. Oi. Hope the healing is rapid. Old enough to remember that song played on the radio…
I’ve only ever heard that song on the interwebs.
I did that a couple of years ago. It did require I stop wearing sandals for a time.
I know what you mean I ask for accounting help from my cousin al the time and legal help from my brother and don’t have much in the way of professional help to give them either.
I’ll dutifully enjoy the weekend.
kait recently posted..Mandy Coon
Yea I am on tennis shoe hiking boot mode this week.
Yea, I don’t have much to offer in the way of professional services either, except a painting or a drawing but that doesn’t usually solve anyone’s immediate problem.
Should I have have an emergency analyze my data problem I’ll hit you up.
Got to love those lyrics, you’r right.
heal fast
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I’d like to have been a fly on the wall in the sixties.
Hope the toes feel better. You’re right, my data analaysis needs are usually small, but ya never known.
The linked version of this song – the blackk and white video you linked to at you tube – is freaking me out yet fascinatiing…
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agree with the freaky fascination.
You can surf with a broken toe, so do outer banks with us?
I appreciate the reminder, because there are times when I have a shitty weekend s on purpose. Self flagellation.
I like the old man versions of “Time of the Season”. Not sure why.
I’m sure it’s been said before but you can analyze my data anytime Alaina allows. ;)
A off topic note: I’m using Alain’s droid and it is far better to post comments to blogs with than my BB.
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A possibility.
I’ve not even looked at a Droid but I’ve heard the same.
Ouch! Hope it heals fast.
Gnereally, I find that folks don’t want either pure or applied literary theory in exchange for anything! Pity.
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They would probably be better of it they did .
Ouwwa. The wooden stool wins a battle, but not the fight.
BTW, I do have lots statistical data that’s totally out of whack, and needs order, but it is perhaps a form of perversion for which you’d most likely not care to categorize.
I’d also like to know how many people on Earth are easily offended, verse religious followers. Lots of things I just want to know, but there is no source of data collection that I know of.
Bennet recently posted..Contarted Trepidation
That wood stool and it’s brothers are now in someone else’s home. I toted them to good will.
I would guess how many people are earth are easily offended is probably a social political question rather than a statistical one. ;)
I’m young enough never to have seen the Zombies but clearly they were no marketed properly.;)
You do got to love the words but maybe it had more to do with the time.
You will be paid well for your conclusions.
Though you may not be able to send emails suggesting someone tape their toes together, or flee the country because they didn’t pay their taxes, I’m sure you have much to give.
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Hope the toe gets bet ter, they have tape that sticks to itself that works well. I used to to tape an inju red fin ger in the past. Far be it for me to call you clumsy.
I never really knew who sang that song nor did I give it much though until today. All the videos re pretty cool.
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Did we all tell you to do the same thing?
Hey, did it look anything like this?
Yes, I posted pictures of my extremities online. What can I say, I was a young blogger, in need of comments.
Sadly, I never got proper internet treatment for my injury. Maybe that could be your thing, people could forward you pictures of their injuries, rashes, fungi…. well, I’m already thinking you’re not going to go for this.
Anyway, hope the toe is better soon. You have a half marathon to train for.
Signed,
Old enough to be your father’s (hopefully) younger brother
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