Updated: Apr 20
I know, my life is terrible. I laid in bed well into the wee morning hours trying to piece together the events of the day. How did I get this purple, throbbing toe? The trauma of the injury was somehow blocked out of my mind. I realized in that moment I must be suffering with PTSD, Post Toematic Syndrome Disorder.
Yep, that's a real thing here in the Islands. It is sometimes caused by carrying to much gear down to the beach. Umbrellas, snorkels, fins, masks, beach chairs, backpacks, ice chest, towels and swimming noodles seem to be the standard fare. But honestly, I think it happened while I was walking down the white sandy beach on my way to rent a kayak. Who stubs their toe on a white sandy beach? Somehow my toe found a rock, at least that is the conclusion I came up with in the middle of the night. Others seem to think I was stung by something but I vaguely remember a rock.
Whatever happened yesterday, today is a new day and I have to get back to work looking for the perfect beach. But this little piggy needs a rest so you can be sure I will be wearing better foot gear on those white sandy beaches. In the meantime I will leave you with a few photos to enjoy.