
I was in a very good mood to do some cleaning in our kitchen yesterday. Though this intense heat is irritating and giving me hard time to suppress my sweats, it didn’t hinder me to wiped clean all those electric device I have in that domain. Taking a second glance at them, I sigh approvingly and singing... turned my attention to my pots and pans, which seems to be contented in their temporary spot. Well, now it’s time for you to be hauled up high where you belong and wait for the occasion where you again will act as heroes. As I stretched my hand upwards, the cover fell with its edge headed straight on my big toe!
Arraayyyy!!!! My breathe stopped!.. only to give out a long supressed moan of pain…. Like a child I limped to our bedroom for my husband…still moaning in pain --… yah… comfort or sympathy maybe coz there’s nothing to be pulled up from the damaged area.— my eldest son tagging along with me and when I was seated at the edge of the bed, reached his hand on my lower leg where i held in tight grip. He tried to assist my hand to loosen my grip so he can check. But it's not there...' it’s my big toe! Confused,
he laughingly asked me why then am I holding tight my leg? Heavens! i wanted to answer him... Of course I have to hold somewhere to supress the pain! or... would i rather hold and add pain on my toe? , but words were so difficult to mumble .. yet, tears found so easy to flow down with those prolonggg aruuuuuy..! My husband also laughed as he asked for alcohol and massage my toe with it. This time, even in pain.. i can’t help but stop crying in the middle and question him how on earth can alcohol help? i don't have any open wound? Instead, I asked for ice! Is it not the right thing? I thought so… When the pain subsided and I reviewed the experience we just had… a simple awareness came to my senses. If we had handled this simple incident confusingly…how much more if a real crisis comes?