tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post5586918344358319212..comments2023-06-28T22:58:28.247+10:00Comments on Sixth In Line: One squashed toeElisabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-20040862185163609412012-11-09T17:55:01.911+11:002012-11-09T17:55:01.911+11:00Thanks for your commiserations, Anthony. Thanks for your commiserations, Anthony. Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-58463962155917986272012-11-09T17:54:20.687+11:002012-11-09T17:54:20.687+11:00Fingers and toes, Kath, they don't like drilli...Fingers and toes, Kath, they don't like drilling or other assaults. I understand we have many nerve fibres leading to our fingers and toes, hence the excruciating pain when something goes wrong in them.<br /><br />Thanks, Kath. Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-16196168450275613512012-11-09T17:52:09.281+11:002012-11-09T17:52:09.281+11:00I know I'm in for a long wait before my nail h...I know I'm in for a long wait before my nail heals, Ms Sparrow, including the very real possibility of losing it altogether. I hope it comes off cleanly and is replaced by a decent alternative, but I can live with it if it's not.<br /><br />Thanks, Ms Sparrow. Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-14683411673482300612012-11-09T17:50:15.119+11:002012-11-09T17:50:15.119+11:00Gender neutrality, Kirk, is a fascinating notion. ...Gender neutrality, Kirk, is a fascinating notion. I wonder whether it's actually possible, though we needn't be too polarized either.<br /><br />Thanks for the story, too. it's funny how tragedy, sadness and humour can go so well together.<br /><br />Thanks, Kirk. Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-52233072832288489962012-11-09T17:46:10.501+11:002012-11-09T17:46:10.501+11:00My husband's homemade bacon is pretty fantasti...My husband's homemade bacon is pretty fantastic, Laoch. You've good reason therefore to feel envious. And yes i agree, one small fault in the system when it comes to fingers and toes can shut everything else down, if only temporarily. <br /><br />Thanks, Laoch. Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-88086295049959469952012-11-09T13:02:34.177+11:002012-11-09T13:02:34.177+11:00I hope I didn't offend your delicate sensibili...I hope I didn't offend your delicate sensibilities too much, Jim. I tried hard to constrain the detail here. I could have written far more detail. And funnily enough reading your post here bits of it make me squirm. I'm okay with a bit of blood and gore but as the Leonard Cohen lyrics suggest I find it harder to read about or write about the likes of pimples and boils. Anything filled with pus puts me off. Even the word 'pus'. There now I've said it. <br /><br />It may also be that women faced with the biological imperatives pf birth, at least more so than men, of toileting and feeding babies cope better with the human body in some ways, but I wouldn't want to generalise. <br /><br />Please note I covered the toe in the picture and will continue to do so till it's less gruesome to behold. <br />Thanks, Jim.Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-34362415874281858282012-11-09T10:56:09.429+11:002012-11-09T10:56:09.429+11:00I'm still not exposing the wound to the public...I'm still not exposing the wound to the public gaze, River, though it's beginning to look a lot better. Thanks. Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-26397817504791450302012-11-09T10:55:12.939+11:002012-11-09T10:55:12.939+11:00I enjoy the smell of burnt toast in the mornings, ...I enjoy the smell of burnt toast in the mornings, Karen, maybe not so much burnt as well done, but then again I like most things - foods that is - well done. I agree as we age our injuries begin to seem monumental. A function of our aging, no doubt. It takes longer to heal. Have you noticed that a small cut which might once have cleared up in a few days seems to hang about longer?<br /><br />Thanks for your commiserations, Karen. Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-86445395509253982812012-11-09T09:00:21.877+11:002012-11-09T09:00:21.877+11:00Yes, Mary La, the smell of a toe nail burning is n...Yes, Mary La, the smell of a toe nail burning is not one of the most edifying of smells. Thanks. Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-49650751250084055552012-11-09T08:59:19.480+11:002012-11-09T08:59:19.480+11:00I take it you don't like bacon, Rubye Jack. B...I take it you don't like bacon, Rubye Jack. But like me you share a need for empathy from others towards your suffering, even the tiny pain like a squashed toe. Thanks Rubye Jack. Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-27282250184648378462012-11-09T08:57:54.430+11:002012-11-09T08:57:54.430+11:00Thanks for the tip on arnica, Juliet. It must hav...Thanks for the tip on arnica, Juliet. It must have been terrible to break your wrist, worse than a squashed toe I suspect, at least far more disabling. <br />Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-64234035409447679372012-11-07T08:23:04.764+11:002012-11-07T08:23:04.764+11:00My toe's already recovering, after only one we...My toe's already recovering, after only one week, though it still needs to be covered with a bandage, not for its own sake but because it's still hideous to behold. Thanks, Christine. Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-79310379348772679082012-11-07T08:21:31.078+11:002012-11-07T08:21:31.078+11:00I agree, Heidi, there's nothing appealing abou...I agree, Heidi, there's nothing appealing about being a Barbie look-a-like unless you want to be a clone. To me individuality packs more punch, even if it can at times be more painful. <br /> <br />Thanks, Heidi. Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-16386723182594395412012-11-06T01:00:11.905+11:002012-11-06T01:00:11.905+11:00Ooooh hurty hurty hurties!
I broke a couple of to...Ooooh hurty hurty hurties!<br /><br />I broke a couple of toes a few years back in the bath - screeched in pain and before moving to Switzerland the doctor had to drill a hole in a finger nail to relieve the swelling and squeeze some pus out.<br /><br />I feel your pain, I really do!MedicatedMoohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08609190990579743429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-26238815867636536712012-11-05T14:23:58.990+11:002012-11-05T14:23:58.990+11:00Sorry for the pain. I did enjoy the writing... and...Sorry for the pain. I did enjoy the writing... and the smells..Anthony Ducehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17476865809734682418noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-28354814168708911152012-11-05T07:54:41.820+11:002012-11-05T07:54:41.820+11:00I hope when the nail comes off it does so cleanly ...I hope when the nail comes off it does so cleanly and easily. Those things seem to take forever!Ms Sparrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03417670251423549014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-75491941114154566732012-11-05T07:35:19.238+11:002012-11-05T07:35:19.238+11:00Right before I came here I was at a comic book blo...Right before I came here I was at a comic book blog. On it was a comic book story from the late 1940s, a humorous comic book story, about a dumb, hillbilly girl who's cajoled into giving blood to a dying king until she's on the brink of death herself. She actually turned white as the blood drained from her body. Meanwhile, the king, now with the personality of a hillbilly, jumps out of bed hooting and hollering, and falls down and breaks his neck, dying instantly. The hillbilly girl is brought back to live via a blood transfusion from her father, but it's a halfway transfusion, so they're both walking around shaking after it's done with. Had this been a horror comic from the same era, I probably wouldn't have been shocked, but this was supposed to be funny (and in fact was) and you seldom see such black humor in anything from the 1940s. Why am I telling you all of this? Because you wanted to know if you were giving too much information. After reading that, no, you weren't, at least not to me, even though you're real and not a comic drawing.<br /><br />When I was a kid, I didn't particularly care for Barbie dolls OR toy cars and trains. I must have been really gender neutral.<br /><br />Hope your toe gets better. Kirkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02155991693956178030noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-62444909872061736432012-11-05T01:02:03.323+11:002012-11-05T01:02:03.323+11:00Recently, when I hurt one of my toes, it occurred ...Recently, when I hurt one of my toes, it occurred to me how remarkable it is that an entire system can all because of the failure of one small part. <br /><br />On another note, I have homemade bacon envy now!Sultanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06506141014376919585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-40058692991541904512012-11-04T22:25:58.014+11:002012-11-04T22:25:58.014+11:00My wife would find this article far more interesti...My wife would find this article far more interesting than I do. I'm sorry you've injured yourself—I'm far from uncaring—but I honestly didn't need the gory details. When my wife had an operation about ten years ago she asked me when she came home if I wanted to see where they'd cut into her and I said I did not. Beforehand she'd gone online and watched actual operations. I couldn't do that. Just wake me up when you're finished. Obviously when she had her nose done I couldn't avoid seeing the mess—it's not like I made her wear a paper bag over her head or anything (I ever photographed it for her)—but I had no need to see and nor do I have a need to show. Sherril Jaffe wrote a short story once called 'Scars Make the Body More Interesting' and Leonard Cohen wrote (in <i>The Favourite Game</i>): "Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh. It is easy to display a wound, the proud scars of combat. It is hard to show a pimple." My wife will now have scars following her surgery but I've never gone looking for them nor has she insisted I bear witness to them. Now when she had the boil on her back I attended to it. I'm not squeamish in that way—you do what needs to be done for the ones you love—but mostly she looks after herself. <br /><br />I've mentioned before that I don't like to draw attention to myself when I go out; I'm easily embarrassed. The same goes for my crumbling body. I hate fact that I suffer (too strong a word?) from dry skin for example and I'm as bad as a teenager if I get a pimple before I have to go and meet someone. I felt a pressure on my head last night on the edge of the hairline and so there I was in the bathroom holding up a shaving mirror trying to see what the protuberance looked like. The worst thing, of course, is a spot on my back that I can't reach and then I have to ask Carrie to deal with it which, of course, she does. <br /><br />When I was younger I was more revolted by the human body's secretions, excretions and other bodily fluids that I am now but that doesn't mean I'm that comfortable with them; resigned is probably the closest word. One of the worst experiences for me as a kid was when I had a patch of impetigo on my cheek; I would have been about thirteen at the time. It's highly contagious and I shouldn't have gone to school but as I was otherwise healthy I got sent and, thankfully, I never transmitted it to anyone else. But I felt like a monster.<br /><br />My wife has a habit of sharing too much information and especially at bedtime. The last thing I want to be thinking about before I fall off to sleep is something horrible or disgusting. I'm a delicate wee soul that way.<br /><br>Jim Murdochhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786388638146471193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-59626637592070291492012-11-04T19:30:35.608+11:002012-11-04T19:30:35.608+11:00Ouch! And thank you for not showing the actual inj...Ouch! And thank you for not showing the actual injury as I'm just sitting down to dinner. Hope it is better soon.Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-17071586618142172782012-11-04T18:06:27.789+11:002012-11-04T18:06:27.789+11:00I am so sorry for your poor toe, Elisabeth. It is ...I am so sorry for your poor toe, Elisabeth. It is going to be such a nuisance until it heals. Oddly, we have just spent the day with our (Dutch) friends and they were retelling the story of their daughter who had exactly the same treatment to her fingernail following a car door incident (I'll spare Jim the details).<br />Is it just me, or do the seemingly simplest injuries take on a whole new dimension with age? <br />I am starting to understand the fear of falling, which I never used to give a thought to.<br />BTW my most detested smell is the smell of burnt toast first thing in the morning. I don't know why but it just puts me in such a bad mood.<br />Karen CAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-53119676059057266962012-11-04T16:11:06.259+11:002012-11-04T16:11:06.259+11:00I like doctors like that but the smell of burning ...I like doctors like that but the smell of burning nail - my toes curling in sympathy.Mary LAhttp://louisey.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-73051792503994736182012-11-04T14:58:04.768+11:002012-11-04T14:58:04.768+11:00P.S. Am catching up after a writing deadline and c...P.S. Am catching up after a writing deadline and computer breakdown; so nice to be reading yours and other people's blogs again!Juliethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01542985048406828693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-25713354797721502622012-11-04T14:57:19.075+11:002012-11-04T14:57:19.075+11:00I have read about the paperclip/lighter cure befor...I have read about the paperclip/lighter cure before. It is supposed to work quite well actually.<br /><br />Maybe when we are in pain we feel so alone due to our body's betrayal that we immediately need the comfort of those who love us and so we "share" our pain. I hope your toe quickly gets better and better Elizabeth.<br /><br />Now, as far as the smell of bacon goes, no comment. :;<br />Rubye Jackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02511953177053448513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-19320647435819039662012-11-04T14:56:48.869+11:002012-11-04T14:56:48.869+11:00Oh poor you! But how marvellous that your doctor c...Oh poor you! But how marvellous that your doctor could use such an old fashioned remedy to bring relief. I enjoy your words about the bacon smell - not unpleasant, just too much of it. As I get older I keep getting reminders to do things carefully, especially after I tumbled and broke my wrist last year. I wish you a good recovery. (Arnica is good for shock and bruising)Juliethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01542985048406828693noreply@blogger.com