I was unloading the chair from the van, which requires some twisting and pulling - both of the chair and of my various muscles. I was in an awkward position as I started lowering it down the ramp. It started to pick up speed and obviously I can't let go or she will crash. In regaining control, I didn't have time to move my foot and wham-o. Holy moley, that was painful.
Of course I was not wearing the shoes I ALWAYS wear - Dansko clogs. Those would have saved me. I think they could stop a freight train.
instead I was wearing these little moccasins and never stood a chance
I thought I broke one or two toes, but they seem to be only bruised. Just something to add to my injury list.
Maggie thought it was hilarious when I started dancing around and spewing expletives. She is hoping I will add a couple of those words to her dynavox.
I think not.