This poor soul was fully involved in intricate miniature furniture making to assist in the creation of various "Dolly Tableaus". These consisted of the Dolls, with hand made outfits suiting the season or holiday, backdrops, custom made as well, small detail pieces to suit the theme and all set upon the wooden toy chest placed in the upstairs hallway.
The grandaughters when arriving for a visit would run to the stairs and go up to see what new event the dollies were attending. It might be a dinner party with miniature dining table (seven trips to the hardware store). It could be Independance Day with fireworks in day-glo on the midnight blue back drop and miniature plags. The dollies also went camping with a miniature forest (a nineteen foot sand cherry tree was cut down as these 18" branches were obtained) and a miniature camp fire with plastic clay hot dogs in buns. It was marvelous.
Husband was astounded at the outfits, accessories and decor that appeared from "The Galactic Sewing Room."
The wooden toy chest was moved to become a more central display and the fall approached for new and more delightful tablau to be created for the fascination of the Grand Daughters.
Husband kept his nose to the grind stone to assist in the purchase of new items needed for this venture. He didn't look after his health and developed an early influenza. Still, work must go on and out of town ventures to five cities with fever and no sleep brought Husband home with a 101.5 degree fever and exhaustion.
Spending saturday at the doctor's and at the pharmacy gave Husband hope that he might breath again and, who knows, maybe sleep!!!
But alas. Medicine in working its magic caused coughing too severe to allow such a pleasure as sleep. I had to get up at midnight to go sit in a recliner as I was coughing to much.
So as to not wake the hard working crafter who spends so many long hours working after work on these splendid dislays, I didn't turn on the light.
THAT IS WHEN I KICKED THE FIFTY POUND TOY BOX WITH MY BARE FOOT AT FULL STRIDE.
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Remember, we had moved the toy box. When the light came on, my little toe was pointing to the side at a 90 degree angle.
I packed it in ice, because I knew that the emergency room would be four hours of sleep robbing delay. When it was burning numb.........I pulled it out and set it myself and feel into blissful sleep.
You saved yourself a lot of bother by not going to the ER. You can't cast toes. You can buddy tape them to the next toe to help keep them straight. You can take analgesics for the pain. You can wear shoes to help protect them. But actually very little can really be done for broken toes. It takes six weeks to heal.
How do I know this? My big toe, left foot, is currently broken. Again.