This afternoon in the gym locker room, I was looking down at my bare feet and wondering, when did I get that bruise on my left long toe? Long toe, the one next to the big toe. I don’t know what else to call it. It’s longer than the big toe. Not on everybody, though. For some people it’s shorter. I guess the second toe?
Anyway, there’s a bruise I don’t remember. I tried to curl my toes under and that one didn’t curl. Damn!
I have no idea how or when I would have broken it. It’s probably not really broken, just sprained or something. We were sparring on mats a week ago and I remember catching my toe then. But I think I would have noticed before now.
It wasn’t hurting before. But now I’m psychosomatic, imagining that I can feel my toe.
Update: E says it’s not broken. It would be purple and swollen if it were. Plus he says that toe’s not that important.