Then you're even MORE talented than I suspected.

Yuck, yuck, and double yuck!! (and I ain't a laughin' here) Broken toes rot major monkey guts. They're constant reminder that something just isn't right because no matter how you try to stand on your foot, the little buggers HURT!!

I know how you feel about the whole thing. Came back from the neuro visit at Hopkins where my neuro exam was "unremarkable" and bent over to pick my shoes up and almost fell on my head. Sure. I can balance. Right. Just watch me in action when I'm NOT by the neuro.....

Emotional lability (although it IS a liability at times) stinks too. I hate the ups and downs of this thing. Gee, I feel like I wear my heart on my sleeve anymore and it stinks. See, I'm not a wussy girl and have never been one. So crying at things is just plain weird for me.

This is so much fun, huh?

As Cayo said, "Water off a duck's back, baybee." Roll with it....

Heal quickly and do get checked just to make sure it isn't fractured so badly that you'd need surgery.