broken bones....

I don't know if its good genes or what, but my immediate family has a pretty good record for no broken bones. My sister did break her nose when she was around 15 or so, after slamming into the back of Dad's head while going down a water slide. But other than that, neither my brother or either parent has broken anything. I broke my pinkie finger a few years back when a shelf landed on it. But this past Wednesday I was just walking to my laundry room when I stubbed my little toe on a laundry basket. It hurt, but I didn't really give it much thought. The next day, still a little sore, but when I went to put shoes on, it wasn't happening. Not even my house slippers could be worn without serious pain. So after two days of limping around in my steel toed work boots, I decided to get it checked out. Its broken. So now I have to wear this stupid shoe for three weeks! I can't work for three weeks! I get to sit in our tool crib at work and check out tools to everyone. All this while I'm trying so hard to get all my training done at work. I have a goal set for March 1st to be completely done with all my training and now I have to fit three weeks of healing to it. But I'm not changing my goal date, I'm still gonna get it done. As punishment for being clumsy I have to brief my whole shop on home safety. That'll be fun. Oh well. At least its only my pinkies I tend to break.