I've been hobbled by honey!
Last week I was making the kids breakfast, peanut butter toast on fresh made bread. I felt ahead of the game that morning, got up, showered, started lunches and farm chores before their wake up time. I'd made a loaf of fresh bread earlier (have I mentioned how much I love my bread machine's programmable timer?), it was cooled and sliced. The boys asked for toast with peanut butter and honey. The toaster dinged, I spread the peanut butter and opened a fresh jar of our honey in my favorite thick glass jar. I overdid the knife, ended up knocking the jar off the counter and down onto my bare foot. My first thought was, "Owwww, that's painful!" My second thought was, "Oh no! The honey is oozing onto the floor, save the honey!" It was a rough year for the bees with the drought, so there wasn't as much honey to harvest, each drop is precious.
I scooped up honey jar, quit hollering so as not to scare the kids, reassured the kids I was okay, grabbed the arnica (to reduce swelling and bruising, an excellent homeopathic remedy), popped four tabs, and threw an ice pack on. I waited for the pain to subside...it didn't. Got the kids off to school, went straight to chiropractor, who x-rayed and confirmed I'd fractured the third metatarsal. Argh! Now I'm in a boot and crutches for the next few weeks, THIS should make farm chores fun!
One customer joked that I spend my time educating people about the healthful benefits of honey, but I don't talk about the dangers of dropping the big jar on a foot, good point!