the world of gayeTAG TOE
June 3rd 2008 02:53
I am currently preparing myself for the life changing event of the death of a toe. Big Toe has been sick for a long long time now and I knew eventually I would have to be strong when the death of Big Toe was looming.
The story of my purple body part goes like this.
A few years age I was sitting with my best friend and for some reason I noticed my big toe just wouldn't work the way it was supposed to. This fascinated my friend as I heaved and sighed with resignation, when no matter how hard the little fella tried he just couldn't bend, very strange indeed. And so off I went to my long suffering doctor and complained about tag toe being so stiff. What could have frozen him in his tracks?
He looked at me and my toe with amusement (I am guessing he doesn't see a lot of people who are still in fine health, but carrying around a dead part) He poked Tag Toe, he prodded Tag Toe.....no response, and then he said the dreaded word, OPERATION. I actually laughed out loud and uttered to him "It's a toe for god sakes, not a heart !! I am not having surgery for a toe that doesn't work !!". And so I left his office with my dead toe dragging along on the end of my foot.
So I pondered, what devastating changes will this bring to my existance? I won't ever be able to ballet dance ever again!!
And what about my career as a tightrope walker? How can you hang on when you have no big toe to curl around the wire?
And as for surfing well forget it, I'll just keep falling off the bloody thing.
Oh and one day I had hoped to climb Mount Everest and earn a fortune selling my story 'FAT WOMAN CONQUERS MOUNTAIN" Guess that's out?
Well at least I can make a bit of money from my dead body part, I can hock the gold toe ring
Okay so the Tag Toe is now slowly turning purple and I'm guessing the end is near, but what I really want to know is do I get a cheaper rate at the funeral parlour if a part of me was already dead before the rest of me?
The story of my purple body part goes like this.
A few years age I was sitting with my best friend and for some reason I noticed my big toe just wouldn't work the way it was supposed to. This fascinated my friend as I heaved and sighed with resignation, when no matter how hard the little fella tried he just couldn't bend, very strange indeed. And so off I went to my long suffering doctor and complained about tag toe being so stiff. What could have frozen him in his tracks?
He looked at me and my toe with amusement (I am guessing he doesn't see a lot of people who are still in fine health, but carrying around a dead part) He poked Tag Toe, he prodded Tag Toe.....no response, and then he said the dreaded word, OPERATION. I actually laughed out loud and uttered to him "It's a toe for god sakes, not a heart !! I am not having surgery for a toe that doesn't work !!". And so I left his office with my dead toe dragging along on the end of my foot.
So I pondered, what devastating changes will this bring to my existance? I won't ever be able to ballet dance ever again!!
And as for surfing well forget it, I'll just keep falling off the bloody thing.
Oh and one day I had hoped to climb Mount Everest and earn a fortune selling my story 'FAT WOMAN CONQUERS MOUNTAIN" Guess that's out?
Well at least I can make a bit of money from my dead body part, I can hock the gold toe ring
Okay so the Tag Toe is now slowly turning purple and I'm guessing the end is near, but what I really want to know is do I get a cheaper rate at the funeral parlour if a part of me was already dead before the rest of me?
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Comment by Tracy
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I can relate (slightly), I have arthritis in my left big toe. It is the only place on my body that suffers from the affliction. Sometimes it's really painful but I don't feel I can moan out loud, after all, it's a toe!!
On a serious note, what will you have to do?
Tracy