From Mild To Worse

I may have been stomping angrily through gravel, mud, and rain

To drag in the empty trash can from the alley, a job that I do not claim

And I may have fumed and muttered and maybe even growled

Not watching where I placed my foot and down it was I went

Of course I landed hardest on this hurt foot of mine

And scrapped my hands and bruised my shins but I jumped up again

I went about my days ignoring the twinge and ache

I even walked 1/2 a mile uphill all the way

Because I would not slow and admit that I was flawed

Three days later, still it throbbed so to the doc I went

He took one look at my newest hurt and he said

"You've done more harm than good, wear this big boot instead."

This post inspired by prompt # 1 at Mama's Losin' It!

And linking up with TidBit Thursday.