Why i shouldn't have done that

No, it's not a post about a failed love life.

This, in fact, is just a post about my swollen left foot toe-thumb (is there such a thing?). And why i shouldn't have done what i did.

i accidentally hit this big toe bigtime on our bamboo chair. why i hit it is a long story (it was about the pest control problem in our apartment) but i was trying to tip the chair so i can have a better look at it. Tipped, i did, and it was too heavy but it was also too late and in 1, 2, 3 intuition told me i should hold it steady with my foot and my foot hit something really hard i almost fainted from the pain so unbearable but what the hell, i should let it fall so so fall it did, just let it fall freely the rest of the 4 inches from the floor. it landed with a muffled thump 10 millimeters from my foot.

For 25 seconds my face looked like that face in edvard munch painting  "The Scream" but I didn't scream, take note, i didn't scream for help because i am a macho girl and i ended up hyperventilating and had to lie myself down on the floor lest i would fall on my head (and what, kill myself?). it was that damn painful. now 4 days after it's still swollen and can't be bent. the gray-bluish bruising is not visible, thanks to my wonderful indio skin color. when i walk it's like there's a lump on the big toe pad. yes, it makes walking uncomfortable but i'm patient and can easily tolerate life's little discomforts.

and when i tell keith i'm worried something must be broken he tells me:
"Toe (pointing at his toe), liver (pointing to where his liver is supposed to be located)."
evil grin.
Gad, i so hate that.
It's the same thing he did when i informed him about the rashes on my arms last night, afraid it must be peanut allergy. (i of course, googled peanut allergy just to be sure because i didn't want to die. in my sleep. last night).
well people die from brain cancer and the brain is certainly not the liver's next door neighbor.
GRRRR.

I should have stayed away from bamboo-chair-tipping.

So i started taking it on the kid. (Who's best to torment but the gullible toddlers!)

Tonight i again tormented my son over wasting water. I can never get the hang of telling my kid wonderful stories, like the one about the dead people (click that for the link). This time, I told him that if he doesn't stop playing with and wasting water, lakes will dry up and elephants will have no more water to drink.

To which he self-assuredly replied: "And they will then die." (Kag mapatay dayun sila.).

I could have laughed my heart out but laughing at toddlers' remarks is a "no-no" if you want to build their self confidence. hell yeah, the kid could conquer the world with all his self-confidence now.

This one is fun. This one i will certainly do again.

evil grin.