First Time for Everything

At the ripe age of 33, I had never broken a bone.  Well, unless you count the skull.  I cracked my head pretty good a few times.  I credit my strong bones with drinking an inordinate amount of milk.  While growing up, my brother and I would go through 8 or more gallons of milk a week.  Even today, I welcome every day with a tall glass or two of cold refreshing milk.  Yummy. 

In any case, despite being an active child… despite doing things like skiing, sky diving, motorcycle riding, sand sailing, and on and on and on…  I had never broken a bone.  Until this week. 

And how did I do it?  Did I break a bone doing something cool?  No.  I dropped a big bottle of EVOO on my toe.  Now it’s all messed up and a bruise has spread half way up my foot.  Fun. 

I taped it to the neighboring toe so that it heals straight.  I didn’t bother with the doctor.  I’m not going to pay hundreds of dollars for him to tell me to tape it to the other toe and take a Tylenol.