My feet have been a beating bag definitely since I've arrived in Hawaii, but also throughout my life. Currently I have a broken pinkie toe on my left foot along with 3 mosquito bites that've been scratched to the point where they are now fairly large scabs. My right foot has the same 3 scabs. My left calf has been incredibly sore and tight since I woke up this morning.
Two weeks ago I cut the underside of my right big toe while I was surfing. I limped for 5 days. Every time I've gone to the beach I've cut my at least once.
When I was younger I never wore shoes and my feet got so rough that i could walk on gravel and it wouldn't bother me. I am apparently no longer 9 years old. I don't think I'm enjoying getting older right now. Maybe when I'm older... heh.
One job I had required me to wear steal toed shoes on plant. The ultimate in safety for my toes, right? Well of course I would trip on creases in the concrete and either jam my toe nail into the steal cup or jam the steal cup into my foot.
When I was 10 or so a horse stepped on my foot and I don't remember it hurting at all.
This has to be the most inane post ever written, but isn't that what blogs are for?
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