And this little piggy went wee, wee, wee all the way home.

I am talented...

In the art of injuring myself.

For as long as I can remember I have been injuring myself in the most ridiculous ways possible.

Twice I sprained my ankles with ahem, boyfriends.

One time I went running with a boy and fell in a pot hole and sprained my ankle.

Another time I just fell down a hill in the company of a boy and really sprained my ankle.

One time I tripped over a speed bump running with Don post partum and excitedly proclaimed moments before, "I haven't ran in months!!" Plop.

My propensity to accidents was one of the first things Don noticed about me.

Don 5 years ago: "Wow! What happened! You have a huge bruise on your leg!"
Melissa 5 years ago: "Oh. Ya I don't know."
Don 5 years ago: "How do you not know?! That's a big bruise."
Melissa 5 years ago: "I bruise easily."

And often.

Well on Sunday I took a bike ride with my Dad and Chloe. Monday morning my pinkie toe was really hurting.

But I could still walk.

I could not remember what I did that I could have injured myself. Like I said, I am always injuring myself.

Then I thought...oh I must have run over my foot with the large adult sized tricycle.
It has a huge wingspan and I kept forgetting where not to put my feet.

Then later in the afternoon I was messing around with my toes and-POP. I totally screwed up my toe. I am no stranger to this. My pinkie toes are always getting caught on walls and doors and are always popping out of place. Most of the time I can maneuver my toe in a certain way and it pops back. But this time no such luck.

So I decided to go see a Podiatrist.

I have always wondered why anyone would want to be a foot doctor. Feet are pretty gross. Albeit important. I have new found appreciation for feet as one small injury to a seemingly insignificant toe is making it quite difficult for me to carry on as usual with my life.

The waiting room had a good amount of "seasoned" individuals and a tv playing "The Golden Girls."

So I had my appointment with the foot expert and I learned:

1. Doctor's find 2 year olds annoying

2. Medical Assistants find 2 year olds annoying. The Medical Assistant looked like she wanted to die when she was told by the x-ray man that she would need to watch my kid while I got my foot x-rayed.

3. I am crazy because the Doctor told me my bones were in place so there was nothing to pop out of place. So apparently I have been imagining this phenomenon of things popping in and out of place.

4. Apparently it is my ligament and it will take 6-8 weeks to heal.

But I am still confused because something in my toe is popping in and out of place.

Anyway I am here to say no one gives you sympathy over a pinkie toe but I think we should have more pinkie awareness. It is a real problem. Millions suffer every day with pinkie toe pain.

If you would like to donate money to my "Walk to Eliminate Pinkie Toe Pain Across the World" I will give you my checking account number.

Of course I won't really be walking.

As I already mentioned, my pinkie toe hurts.

But please feel free to deposit:

Wells Fargo

#458968