My Enemy

I think I do really well to not have enemies or to hold grudges against people. However, inanimate objects are another story apparently. I still don't like whizzers (the machines that make your shakes in restaurants) or rocky road shakes, since that's what I was making when I got my finger caught in the whizzer - not a good thing to do. I have the scars to prove it. It may also be why I am not a big fun of limes, since I have a scar on another the other side of the same finger from cutting limes - which doesn't feel good at all.

Well, a stool like this is the latest on my list of "enemies" list. We use one for stocking at Build A Bear. Last year I managed to ram it into my ankle bone, which sent me to the doctor for some serious bruising. This year, I fell off said stool, into the garbage can I had just filled (with paper and plastic), hit my foot on the stool, and managed to fracture my foot, right in a place where I was informed they couldn't cast it or anything on it to help the healing process. The only thing I could do was loosen the strings on and wear tennis shoes, which I hate wearing, and walk putting more pressure on my heel than toes. I should be grateful that they didn't cast my foot since it was my right foot and I drive a stick shift where I really do need both feet. It just meant a lot of limping around and trying to find comfortable shoes, especially when I had to dress up for anything. For anyone who knows me, they know I wear a lot of heels. The scary part is, I've never once hurt myself when in my heels; put me in flats and bare foot, it's another story. Not quite sure how that works out, maybe I just think about it more because I know if I do twist my ankle or anything it's a sure injury - and I am graceful enough to do it.