Phalange...that's what I'm talking about!

On Friday morning I was walking down the hallway to get to my computer.  OWWWWWWWWWWWW! Ow, ow, OWWWW! I had jammed my toe, my little toe!  Ouch, it hurt. It REALLY HURT.  I didn't say any bad words, but it was all I could do not to cry.  I know, I know....if I had been wearing shoes it wouldn't have happened.  But I'm 60 years old.  If I still don't wear shoes in the house, I'm not going to start!

Right away it looked like this.

Actually I got all pictures from the Internet.  MY toes aren't hairy, but my little toe was bright red and throbbed.

Now on Monday it looks like this.

Again, not my hairy toes, but the bruising looks like this now.  Bill checked it out and said it's not broken.  Well, maybe.  I'm not so sure.  It hurts more to wear a shoe so I've got some soft sided ones on here at work.  But I limp which aggravates my funky arthritic knee (the opposite leg) so I'm a gimpy old lady.  I know it will get better, I just need to give it time.

So here's a diagram of the bones of the feet....those little toe bones are called Phalanges (so are finger bones).  How small can those of the little toe be?  Pretty tiny and hard to imagine them in two pieces. 

My foot throbs some so I put it up when I'm at home.  But it gets better every day.  Amazing how God designed our bodies to heal. Anyway, phalanges, that's what I'm talking about today.