Once Bitten, Twice As Painful

Today’s tale is one of immeasurably poor timing and astounding gracelessness. In this scenario, I am about eight-years-old. I’m walking barefoot with my little brother, who is around six.

I can’t tell you where we’d been or what we’d been doing, but I can tell you that we lived in a duplex that was next to an open lot and that’s where we were headed. I figure we went to the corner store to pick up milk. The grass was overgrown, dancing in the spring breeze.

This is a good shortcut, I thought to myself.

Well… I was wrong.

About halfway into the field, I felt an exhausting amount of pain tear through my foot.

And the blood… my goodness, there was a massive amount of blood. It was nearly impossible to see that I had sliced my big toe open on broken glass.

I screamed at my brother to go and get help like I was dying and only had minutes to live. (Because I’m eight-years-old and truly think that I am).

The next thing I remember is when I’m in the hospital getting my toe stitched up and laughing because I’m a ticklish child. It’s a chunk of childhood trauma that I chose to block out for some reason.

Yeah, I remember the glass shooting into my toe just fine, though.

Here’s the sad part. About three months later, I was swimming in someone’s inground pool. The adults were having their fun, whatever. No big deal.

Until my foot got into a fight with the pool drain–and the drain won. I sliced open the very same toe that day if you can believe it.

If not, oh well, that’s what happened.

Luckily for me, I had built up some scar tissue so there wasn’t as much blood and not as many stitches.

Note to self: wear shoes outside and flippers in the pool.

yours truly, 

A Clumsy Writer

1 thought on “Once Bitten, Twice As Painful”

  1. I remember kicking my toe on something, and this is an adult, and it hurt like mad and then a short time later I bumped it again. My husband said I am a walking accident. Not nice. I have read THE SECRET which encourages one to not say or think negative things and instead send out positive to receive positive. So maybe I shouldn’t mention this incident and say to myself – “I am not clumsy, I am not clumsy, I am not clumsy. I am graceful, I am graceful, I am graceful. ” 🙂


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