Stubbed toe

Stubbed toe: thanks for all the ideas! Usually when i bash something i can forget it very quickly, leading to many evening games of "Where did that bruise/cut come from?" amaebi's answer about the interconnectedness of all things was the same as Christine's (almost to the word, except Christine didn't give me the verse about the word).

The gait explanation didn't quite match for me, because my experience of that is that it takes a little more than walking around the bed for a gait ache to hit. The ache hit the rest of my leg very shortly (ten steps? five?) after i banged my toe.

The suggestion that i pulled some tendons in my leg reminded me of the time i threw my back out shaking fire ants of my foot (and then i had to drive six hours from the coast of SC to Raleigh, then fly all the way back across the continent). I suppose in jerking back from the stub action, i could have pulled something as well.

My favorite idea is from seawasp and is that of referred pain, about which Wikipedia says, "the mechanism of referred pain is unknown, although there are several theories." My theory is that my little toe is too small to express pain itself, so it lobbied the knee and calf to be in pain on it's behalf. This had never happened before -- the knee and calf think all the tiny bones in the foot is just insane -- but now that i'm doing squats before bed, the knee and calf thought it was a good idea to pitch in.

They can complain all they want today: i'm doing squats tonight.

Dream Fragments

I'm jogging along an access road between a highway and a residential subdivision -- very much like the green swaled approach to Chapel Hill from Durham thirty years ago. There's a conversation by other folks over my jogger's POV about how much a travesty it is that this section of town isn't landscaped appropriately.

I'm in a seat on an airplane waiting at the gate, but it's the wrong seat, wrong plane. I don't have my ticket. I leave the plane and there's my mother with my luggage (and tons of food) and she has my ticket as well. I have to repack to get all the bags of food suitable for the carry on limits and then i'm talking to the gate agent (who is outside the security zone) about getting the right flight set up, and there's much questioning about how i was on the plane without a ticket.

[OK, the bit about my mother and baggage: Oh, my is that symbolic or what!! Landscaping along a highway? I've no clue except to find it rather typical of my dreams.]