It's a genetic thing... when our toes are hurt we cease to function.
My little sister called me this afternoon almost in tears. She has a badly infected toe that a week of antibiotics hasn't helped. She went to the doctor this afternoon and had it treated. (She told me exactly what they did, but I'll be honest, after she showed me the before picture and started using words like puncture, drain, and cauterize I stopped listening and just smiled and nodded to whatever she said.) The end result is that she cannot put any pressure on that foot for 24 hours. That means tomorrow she'll be camped out on my couch with her foot elevated with her knitting and a chick flick fest. I couldn't count myself a good sister if I wasn't there for her in her time of need, so I guess I'll just have to suck it up and spend the day knitting with her. Yeah... twist my arm. Oooh, Caitlin! Aren't you glad it wasn't a finger infection?