This morning, I discovered why my feet hurt. Well, really just one foot, but that's beside the point. As I looked at my foot, I discovered that the skin has split open on the bottom of my toes where the toe meets the foot. Dang! It hurts like a sonavagun. So I got out the Neosporin and the band-aids and taped it up. Then I got out my heavy duty lotion and lathered up my feet. Glad I'm not planning a hike for today. The dry winter air usually just bothers my lips and hands. This is too much.
Why is it that the little aches and pains throw us off kilter? Things like paper cuts on fingers, a stubbed toe, a bruised knee, a hang nail all make life miserable for a while. Then all of a sudden, I notice that my toe doesn't hurt anymore or my finger doesn't hurt and I wonder when it healed. It almost seems easier to have big problems -- tho I don't want those either, but it seems easier to get some sympathy for a broken leg than it does for dry toes. Yet, the dry toes with the skin split open is painful.
Well, enough whining..... I need to get on with living. There are so many folks with problems worse than this. But, I wonder........
About Me
- Nancy Brookhart
- I am a wife, a mother, a grandmother, a daughter, a sister, a child of God. I am socially liberal, but fiscally conservative and that's a tough balance to maintain. I am a native Iowan of German and Norwegian descent. I've discovered that my beginnings set my path in life even tho the results may seem very different to those who went before me.
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