No, no, it's not Damn! Hell!
It's, Damn Hell.
I posted the Gates of Hell a couple of posts back.
It was a place I worked for a very short span of time that is now known as Hell.
Hell, it was known as hell as I was working there.
I spent a life time there one month.
One day I was racing up the stairs... yep, running up the stairs and I congratulated myself because a short time before that I would not have been able to RUN up the stairs at full speed. Anyway I was racing up the stairs and MISSED. I slammed my toe into the stair and hobbled for a very long time. There was no time to go to a doctor or antyhng... It was hell after all.
Didn't think too much about it until I started wanting to wear heels.
My poor toe knuckle totally bitches me out.
It will be okay, it will get use to it and accept what I have done to it. But when I go through these time of waiting for it to understand, I curse Hell.
And I am happy for Hell too.
While I was working in Hell my dad died.
I quit. DH supported me and I quit so that I could get my dad's affairs in order before marrying the love of my life. Had I been at my old job. Things would have turned out in a different fashion.
Hell freed me to do what needed to be done so that I could move on to the next phase of my life and so for that I am grateful for Hell. I am less than pleased that my toe knuckle is paying the price. It will adapt, we all do.