Oh Big Toe. Who knew how much I needed you? I betrayed you by kicking the shins of a girl made out of of steel. You betrayed me by bending backwards. Were you telling me I was too old to play soccer?
Oh Big Toe. Who knew that after that little incident you wouldn't appreciate me walking around the mall? I should have listened to your pain but my selfish desire to leave the house by myself (under the guise of Father's Day shopping) trumped your needs.
Oh Big Toe. I really should have not shown up for church and let someone else do the primary music. But I thought you could handle a couple more hours of my weight.
Oh Big Toe. Thank you for not being broken. I will take good care of you now. I will reacquaint myself with daytime TV and a cluttered house. I will learn to ignore the fighting children. And in 4-6 weeks you will return to normal and we'll go ahead and kick another shin and you will prevail this time.
****This ode has a very special meter that only the most advanced minds could appreciate.
***The above picture doesn't accurateley represent my Big Toe. I do not have gangrene. But I feel like I have gangrene, so that is why I used that picture. Us artistic types can use images as feelings rather than actual representations.