This is the first Monday (well actually it's Tuesday because it's after midnight) of my vacation. My body woke up at 7am like normal and I just had to do something that is a first in my life. And I managed to not scream. Are you proud of me?
So it all started when I woke up to all of my blankets up around my head. If you know me, you'll know that I sleep under five blankets when it is 90-some degrees out at 3am in the middle of summer. I have 9 blankets (including the sheet) on my bed right now. I can't help it. It gets below 40 degrees right now at night. I'm surprised that I don't have more. Anyway... So I got up to fix them and as I rounded the corner of my bed, WHAM. My little toe slams right into the wheel of my luggage. I knew I needed to move that before I tripped over it. Like I said before, I didn't scream or even (really) curse.
I managed to get back in bed and sleep for another 3-1/2 hours (seriously, I'm on vacation). When I woke up, my toe was still throbbing. When I looked down, it was swollen and slightly bruised. Great. I have managed to break the first bone in my body, unless you want to count the two teeth I broke when I was seven at my babysitter from hell's house. Different story for another time. Not breaking anything for the 31 years I've been alive has been unbelievable. I'm little bit of a klutz.
The worst part about this happening now is that we will be in Disneyland on Sunday. I have to walk around Disneyland with a freaking broken toe for six days. Even my doctor was laughing at me today and both he and his wife were amazed that I got a shoe on my foot. I am determined to get throughout this without a wheelchair. Been there. Done that. Also another story for another time.
Well I probably should go to bed since the toe is throbbing. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.